everett
he sits in a chair outside of her room, bouquet still in his hands. he knows he shouldn't push her, knows he should leave her alone, but he can't. she's his friend and he cares about her, so he will not leave until he knows that she's okay.
"flowers for a special someone?" a voice asks.
their eyes are brown, and their hair is the color of chocolate...
aidan.
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the recovery project [2]
Short Storyit does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.