Flowers (Cryaotic x Reader)

Chapter 2: Simple Life

You cracked a (e/c) eye open, wincing at how the sun always managed to find its way into your eye. You sat up. "New day, (y/n), get up and meet it." You yawned, scratching the back of your head. As you gently moved into a sitting position, you sighed. On your left was a perfectly normal (s/c) leg. On your right was a crippled monstrosity. Scars and pink fleshy bumps littered it top to bottom. You stood up with caution as you limped towards your wooden dresser. You dug through it until you found some grey sweat pants. You carefully slipped off your black shorts and put on the sweat pants. You pulled out a (f/c) turtle neck sweater. You have always been afraid of your arms being exposed for many reasons. It was Sunday, so the shop was closed. Yes, you work in a flower shop. You hobbled out of the bedroom and walked towards the stairs. You held your breath as you shakily stepped down the stairs. You flinched as the bottom of the stairs started to catch fire. Breathing heavily, you blinked and shook your head, trying to get rid of the hallucination. As soon as it was there, the fire was gone, leaving a perfectly normal flight of stairs. Frowning, you made it to the bottom of the staircase. You turned a left and crossed through the living room before you found yourself in the kitchen. You made your way to a mahogany cabinet and opened it up. Inside, there were delicate white bowls stacked up on each other. You gently took one and set it on the kitchen counter. In the pantry awaited a box of (f/cereal). You poured the breakfast into the bowl and put the cereal box away. Once that was done, you picked up your bowl of cereal and retreated to the back door, where your garden was waiting. You took a deep breath, taking in the sweet scent of flowers. You shuffled through the garden. The grass tickled your toes. On you were in the heart of your garden, you settled down on a marble bench and began to eat. You took in all you had created in the garden. A willow tree hung over you, purple flowers decorated the hanging branches. Beds of flowers surrounded you like an orchestra and a conductor. Roses burned a bright red in the morning sunlight. Daisies showed off there golden centers, as if mimicking the sun. Sunflowers bordered the flower garden, towering over all of their neighbors, besides the willow tree of course. Tulips bore many colors; red, yellow, orange and pink. Last but not least, the roses that were placed closest to the bench where a beautiful shining white that sparkled with dew. Birds sang and the grass was an emerald green. You set the now empty bowl on the bench and closed your eyes, letting all of nature's noises into your ears: the swish of the Willow's branches, the cheerful spring song of the birds, the ruffle of grass in the breeze. This was your garden, your peaceful sanctuary. The quiet was interrupted by the sound of the door bell ringing. You opened your eyes, confusion glazing them. Who would come to your house? Everyone knows that you were about the most shy person in probably the world. You were extremely introverted and mostly kept to yourself or your garden. Who would possibly come to you for anything? You shuffled to the door, as to make your bad leg unnoticeable, and peeked through the crack of the front door to see a man who was the least of normal.