Drip.
Could he take it?
Yeonjun smiled sweetly at the two noblemen who were the last recipients of a bouquet he bundled himself. His eyes trailed to the silhouettes walking from the village until they disappeared in the horizon with grey, heavy clouds as a background.
He kept standing, staring into utter space
His body ached under the once again somber skies,
Or under the thatched roof above him, to be specific. He placed a stall near his house, wood forming the skeleton to sell his flowers,
The flowers he stole from the mysterious man at the dull castle just outside the village.
Looking at the once astonishing plants in front of him, he felt sorry for the souls gradually getting out of their brown stalks and withering petals.
The petals that used to bring color.
He just couldn't depend on that single batch of flowers,
They still weren't enough to improve his life, to change it into something happier.
They still weren't enough for a whole new world, a utopia, to take place in front of his two eyes.
The sound of thunder filled his ears, making him hastily pick up the leftover flowers and get inside his humble home, leaving the stand in the angry wind, planning on how to take it down and bring it to ruins.
Yeonjun looked at the outside environment without glass protecting him, watching the rain crash against the dirty pavement.
It isn't enough.
He needs to steal more and run away with them,
No matter what.
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Garden|Yeonbin
Short Story"Please make him happy." Fate intertwined their lives with each other. "Alright, who has the audacity to steal my flowers?" Choi Soobin's hobby is to plant, while on the contrary Choi Yeonjun was making a living, And a crime at the same time. [You k...
