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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚢𝚎𝚝, 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚐𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎.

      "𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝." -- 𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.

      "𝚂𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜-"

      "𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙." -- 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍.

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝙴𝚗𝚒𝚍'𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎.

     "𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝?" -- 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 od𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚢.

     "𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝."



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     - 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 3𝚛𝚍, 2024

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎.
𝙰 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛.
       𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝙴𝚗𝚒𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕, 𝚢𝚎𝚝, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑.

      "𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚊." - 𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎... 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙴𝚗𝚒𝚍.

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝, 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜. 𝙽𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚞𝚙.

     "𝙼𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘."

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