LILAC
The late afternoon sun filters through the large windows of Heavenly Florets, casting a balmy brilliant hue across the flower shop. The soft scent of blooming flowers fills the air, a comforting embrace of lavender, roses, and daisies that usually brightens my mood.
But today, despite the vibrant colors and fragrant aromas, I find it hard to focus.
My mind keeps drifting back to Quentin.
The memories of our childhood together, once sweet and innocent, now feel tangled and bittersweet. I can still picture his goofy smile, the way his eyes l i t up with mischief, and the moments we shared before life pulled us in different directions.
But the memory of our brief encounter in the park—his surprise at seeing me, the hurt in his eyes when I turned away—plays on a l o o p in my mind. It g n a w s at me, leaving a hollow feeling in my chest.
I shuffle through my tasks, arranging a bouquet of white lilies and pink peonies, trying to distract myself from the weight of my thoughts. But even as I work, I can't help but wonder how he's doing.
Is he still angry?
Does he regret leaving?
Would he even want to reconnect after all these years?
"Hey, Lilac!" A familiar voice breaks through my reverie, pulling me back to the present. It's Mr. Marcielle, my favorite customer, with his warm smile and twinkling eyes. He steps inside the shop, the small bell above the door chiming softly as he enters.
"Good day, Mr. Marcielle," I greet him, forcing a smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes. "What can I help you with today?"
He approaches the counter, his brows furrowing slightly as he observes my demeanor. "You look a bit down, kid. Everything alright?"
I take a deep breath, hesitating for a moment. It feels strange to share my feelings, but Mr. Marcielle has always been kind and understanding. "It's just. . . some things happened recently," I begin, my voice barely above a whisper. "I ran into an old friend, Quentin. It didn't go well."
His expression shifts to one of concern as he leans against the counter, encouraging me to continue. "Quentin? The one from your childhood?"
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Skies & Florets
Любовные романыShe has built a quiet life in her small-town flower shop, surrounded by the blooms she's always loved. But as the years pass, the memory of her childhood friend-the boy who once promised to be by her side-lingers like a ghost among the petals. Now g...
