i decided to try and talk to him today, ask him all the questions that have been replaying in my mind for so long.
why do you take my flowers? why do you always wear black? why don't you pick more than one flower? why only Saturdays? where do you go?
who are you.
but i didn't.
i just sat in my window seat like i always do, with butterflies in my tummy and a longing in my heart, to talk to the boy who steals my flowers.
he chose a tulip today.
YOU ARE READING
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}
