"Who", I start to say quietly, following Dan as he weaves his way through countless graves.
"You'll see".
I don't mention it this time, and I feel horrible for asking to come in the first place
"I feel bad for them", Dan says, dragging his hand along the edge of a cracked headstone that looks like it's been there for centuries.
"Huh?"
"They don't have anyone to bring them flowers, I picked a couple extra flowers for them a few weeks ago. So they have someone. "
"That's really nice. You can pick as many flowers as you like"
"Thanks".
"Is that.. the only reason you come here?", I ask hopefully.
"No, not exactly", he replies as we keep walking through the cemetery.
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sorry, i changed this a bit
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flowers // phan au
أدب الهواةsame 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}
