Scattered all around were petals, flower petals that were dyed scarlet.
Peony petals, rose petals, whole spider lilies, irises and daises; you were surprised to wake up alive, surprised that you didn't die of asphyxia.
Maybe your final day was coming.
Of course, you had to make your final visit to the shop.
And maybe buy a final flower pot.
You spend the next week preparing to appear and leave a lasting memory.
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JULY 22 20XX
I think I know why a lot of fiction is romance.
What are the chances of having someone you like, like you back?
Almost nonexistent.
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Florist (Vyn x Reader)
Fanfictionhanahaki tw . . . Your heart doesn't feel alive, even though it clearly beats, but towards Vyn and your sweet garden, flowers seem to bloom and you can feel the butterflies in your stomach tearing you apart. . . . Inspired by the song, I Hear a Symp...
