four weeks in.
she was tall. her hair was long. her eyes were bright.
tyler had come into the store every day for the past week, buying one flower to give to the next person who entered, something the girl had taken note of.
she bit her lip as he walked in, looking at him curiously.
people weren't nice these days, so why was he?
she wanted to know his name, at least.
some kind of way to know this stranger more than a few shared words.
YOU ARE READING
tritanopia | 2 |
Short Storyhis world had always been rose, and it always would be. * dedicated to @chalkNcheese- and @wifidoesnotsleep for their incredible support. second in the spectrum trilogy
