━━━━ 𝗘𝗚𝗢𝗧𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟
❝ he's definitely writing sonnets about my brilliance in his spare time ❞
ᯓᡣ𐭩 you're noa's infamous little
sister with an even more inflated ego
than those sweaty football players.
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YOU STOOD IN THE MIDDLE of the flower field, your eyes scanning the vibrant blooms with a clear distaste.
the colors, the scents, the gentle sway of the petals in the breeze — all of it seemed so pointless to you.
how could anyone find beauty in these fragile, temporary things? your heart felt heavy, a contrast to the lightness around you. no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't bring yourself to love them.
you felt rotten inside, weighed down by the expectations your parents had heaped upon you, and always overshadowed by your perfect brother.
from behind you, you could hear footsteps, soft and hurried, crunching the grass underfoot. a boy—your constant shadow, your devoted follower—was never far.
he always seemed to hover near, like a faithful puppy, eager for your attention, your approval. you didn't bother to turn around.
his presence was as familiar to you as the overbearing expectations of your parents, the constant overshadowing by your perfect brother.
"look!" he says, offering the flowers to you with a smile that could light up the darkest room. "aren't they beautiful?"
you finally turned, just as he bounded up to you, a bundle of flowers clutched in his small hands. his eyes sparkled with innocent delight, a smile spread wide across his face as he held them out to you.
you looked at the flowers, then back at him. "why do you care about these so much?" you asked, your tone sharper than you intended.
"they're just flowers."
his smile faltered slightly, but he didn't back down. instead, he stepped closer, closing the gap between you.
"because they're special," he said softly. "just like you."
the words stung more than they should have. special. it was a word you heard often, but never believed. special in what way?
in the way your parents always seemed disappointed, no matter how hard you tried? in the way your brother's accomplishments always shone brighter, always outdid your own?
"i don't see what's so special about them," you continued, your voice tinged with bitterness.
he blinked, taken aback by your response. "they're beautiful," he replied simply. "they make me happy. i thought they might make you happy too."
you scoffed, turning your gaze back to the field. "happiness is overrated," you muttered. "these flowers will wither and die, just like everything else."
the boy's smile faded completely, replaced by a look of concern. he reached out and gently placed the flowers in your hand.
"not everything is about how long it lasts," he said quietly. "sometimes it's about enjoying the moment."
