Tattooed Daffodil

Present Day

12 Years Later

I let out a sigh and smiled as I put the last lily in its place. It was my tenth flower bouquet I had made today but I loved making flower bouquets it was my passion and one of the reasons why I kept my grandfathers flower shop open. I took the bouquet and put it in the fridge filled with other beautiful flower arrangements. My tranquility was interrupted when the walls started to buzz with the music playing from the tattoo shop next door. Slightly annoyed I made my way to the counter where Historia was finishing up with a customer who was a regular and as she was leaving made a comment about the muffled music coming from next door. Historia smiled and told her it was no big deal and that we would resolve the issue soon and told the lady to have a nice day. I walked up to Historia letting out another sigh. "Maybe we should really do something about that tattoo shop Armin" Historia suggested
"Ehh maybe but it is a tattoo shop and from what i've seen in movies and in real life those people are exactly the friendly type" I said.
"Come on Armin they're not that bad...maybe but they might have the heart to listen to us if we ask politely."
"Have you been here when drunks come in and break things or when they come to the counter drunk out of their skulls? Trust me they aren't going to listen to us even if we asked politely." Historia agreed and we went about our daily work in the shop.

"I'm leaving now Armin" Historia said. Historia had college classes at night and I was okay with working the last hour by myself it's mostly quiet a total of maybe ten people come in some drunks from the tattoo shop others are men buying flowers for their wife or girlfriend to apologize for whatever fight they had. As the hour went by with very few customers coming in, it came time for me to close up the shop and go home. When I was in the back grabbing my things and the keys to lock up I heard the bell ring that signaled a customer walked in.
"Sorry but we're closed" I said as I rounded the corner to the front counter but no one had walked in. Confused I walked around the small little shop trying to see if someone snuck in, I don't know why anyone would want to lock themselves in a flower shop but I just wanted to be safe this shop means a lot to me. After finding no one in the shop I walked out to lock the door, just as I was turning to key I saw a man standing outside the tattoo shop leaning against the wall and smoking. He was about 5'2 with an undercut and had an annoyed look on his face, I must have been staring too long because before I knew it he turned to look at me and said "What are you looking at?" in a rather stern voice. I gave a stuttered apology, walked quickly to my car and drove home. It was about a ten minute drive to get home and all I wanted to do was sleep after another day at work. When I got home I parked the car in the garage, walked up the little path to the front door, and unlocked the house to get inside. The house was dark so I turned on the light by the door and took off my shoes.
"Hi mom and dad" I said to them as I always did and told them about my day and even talked to my grandpa for a little bit. My voice echoed in the empty house and I kissed the three photo frames before the sadness started to set in. My parents passed away right around the time my only two friends left me without saying a single goodbye when I was 12. They were on their way to a restaurant on a rainy day when they lost control of the car and it crashed and after everything happened I was placed under my grandfathers care in a totally different environment. The town I used to live in, Shiganshina was small you know the small towns where everybody knows each other that is what i grew up in only visiting the city maybe twice a year, so I wasn't used to living near the city where there were tons of people and large buildings. I tried to adjust to my new environment but nothing worked so I was a loner through most of my school years until I met Historia and her group of friends. They were kind and funny people who supported me in the things I did but I only knew them later during my senior year in highschool so it was short lived. At the age of 15 I started working with my grandfather in his flower shop, it was the only place where I could enjoy myself because at that time I had no friends in school or interest in sports or clubs and I was constantly bullied since I moved to Trost but I never told my grandfather because I didn't want him to worry about me I felt like a burden already at the time. Two years later after graduating high school my grandfather developed leukemia and before I knew it six months later he passed away leaving the flower shop and his house in my care. I never finished college just accepting an associates degree in communication. It's been two years since he passed away and I'm glad to own and work at the flower shop to me it was a way to carry on his legacy but i always felt the slight disappointment of never finishing college.. I walked to the kitchen to warm up some leftovers from the other night and ate the food in total silence. Every night was like this a constant schedule of waking up, working, lunch, more work, home, dinner and then sleep. The repetitive process made my life dull and I could feel the sadness slowly sink in that I was alone and that I would die this way. I sighed and put the dish in the skink so I could clean it later and went to the living room to watch tv so I could relax and before I knew it I passed out on the couch only to fall into a deep sleep of rushing water and my screams.

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I hope you enjoyed that chapter I'm currently writing the next kinda suffering from a bit of writers block but I'll get over it soon I'm very excited for the next chapter so stick around
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