when the flowers die || l.s

bougainvillea

you know, my mum used to call this

'paper flower'

i said, feeling the texture

of the bougainvillea

before passing it to harry

used to? what does she call it now?

he asked

curious as always

i took in a shaky breath

she's... she's not with us anymore

i felt the tears in my eyes

burning

threatening to fall

but i blinked them away

oh, lou..

i'm so sorry

i didn't know...

he scooted closer to me

and hugged me

he was warm

it felt nice

i could do this all day

's alright

's not your fault anyway

i managed to give him a small smile

he wiped away the tears from

my cheeks

i didn't realise that i had let

my tears slip away

i sniffled a half-hearted laugh

forget about it

do you like the flower?

i changed the topic

i didn't want to talk about her yet

not now

not when i'm happy

of course i do

he gave me a comforting smile

and interlocked our fingers together

let's go get some lunch, yeah?

i nodded

his hand was so

so soft

i fiddled around with his thumb

getting used to how they feel

i like this

i could get used to this

i could get used to him

hopefully not used

by him.