He was there again today. I watched as he picked a dandelion, and I couldn't help but feel relieved that he's okay.
I want to go out and hug him, to ask him if he's alright, ask him why he didn't come last week. I want to give him the note he never got to read. But I don't. I just watch from my window as he picks the flower and walks away, just like every other Saturday.
It might seem strange how fond I am of this boy, and to anyone who found out, I would probably seem like a total creep, but I can't stop watching him. It's become habit now and I couldn't bring myself to stop. It's mesmerising, and I love it.
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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}
