I left him a note today.
'dear flower boy,
i've noticed you pick my flowers, every saturday right ?
i just wanted to let you know you can take more than one if you want,
pick as many as you like.
yours ; Phil'
He didn't come though.
For the first time in ten months, he didn't walk past my house, he didn't pick a flower, and he didn't leave me wondering why he comes.
All logic dictates that I shouldn't be worried about him. I shouldn't be worried about the boy who dresses in black and steals my flowers every Saturday. But I am. I'm worried about the boy with curly brown hair, and brown eyes who makes my heart happy, despite me not knowing anything about him.
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flowers // phan au
Fanfictionsame time, same day, same boy. ♡ in which a boy steals flowers from Phil's garden every Saturday ♡ {dnp's relationship in this book is not romantic whatsoever}
