𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺, 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯
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"How does one say fuck you in flowers?" You say, leaning on the table of the flowe...
Before we fully enter the story, I want to let you readers know some things.
This story may/does contain
DRUGS VIOLENCE SMUT SWEARING GASLIGHTING
If you are uncomfortable with any of that, I advise you not read this book.
If there is any hate on the book, go write yourself one then. I would be more than happy to read it :)
Also, I apologize if Tighnari is out of character and that Childe is the shitty (ex)boyfriend. He just came in mind when I thought of the plot. I am a fellow ginger simp so please don't hurt me </3
Before I leave, I want to let you guys know I haven't wrote in about a year so I'm sorry if the writing seems a bit confusing, it will get better with time.
Thank you, and I hope you enjoy.
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You sat there chipping away at your nails, a nasty habit that took hold of you since dating this so called monster, but you loved him so you thought it was worth it.
"How many times do I have to tell you Y/N. I was working last night, not with some skank."
That's what he always says, and it's always the same. He is a dirty fucking liar.
"Seriously Y/N, grow the fuck up." Childe scoffs, as he shoved his phone in his pocket and putting on his black leather coat. "Call me when you stop acting like a child."
Fuck you.
"Okay." You muttered through clenched teeth, watching him walk out the door. As soon as the door closed, you grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. How much longer were you going to deal with this? How much longer will this go on? He says he would change but whenever he makes an effort it always goes back to the way it was.
While putting down the pillow, you picked up your phone and opened it, typing in the passcode which was your first date with Childe. Clicking on the message logo, you decided to text your best friend (and only friend) about what just happened.
She responded in seconds, telling you to come to the flower shop she just started working at to let some anger out. She mentioned that she knew the owner for a while and that he wouldn't mind. How could someone let their anger out at a flower shop?
Laughing at the thought of it, you agreed to the plan and decided to come in tomorrow morning. Your friend Collei wished you a goodnight with a smiley face. You were happy to have a friend like her in your life.
