I scanned the street. I had forgotten to pick up a flower, again. Suddenly, I spotted a bush of pink carnations. You always loved what they stood for. I glanced around, hoping no one was around to notice my theft. I never meant for it to be theft. I always planned to buy a bouquet & leave it at their doorstep. I just haven't gotten around to it...
"Excuse me, but what do you think you're doing?" a voice cut through the air. I looked up. He was leaning in the doorway, watching me cut the stem of one of his flowers.
"Umm, I, uh, needed a flower for someone, & I, um, kinda forgot to get one beforehand, so yea..." I trailed off. What the hell was I supposed to say?
"Well, she must be a beauty to warrant flower theft." He raised an eyebrow. I couldn't tell if he was joking or actually serious. I haven't been able to think clear recently. I stared down at my feet, unsure of how to respond. "Look, it's alright. I'll let you take it this once. Unless," he glanced at the flower bush before looking back towards me, "unless you're the one who's been stealing all of my flowers."
My cheeks reddened at that. I am an idiot. Of course he was going to notice flowers missing every Thursday. I was an idiot for taking from the same bush every week; I was an idiot for forgetting to get you flowers; I was an idiot for forgetting you behind; I was an idiot for being to slow; I was an idiot for not-
"Hey, hey, hey. It's ok. It's not that big of a deal," he walked towards me before guiding me inside. I hadn't even noticed that tears started to stream down my face. "They're just flowers. Do you want some water, or tea, or something?" He led me to his kitchen before sitting me down at the table. Tears were streaming down my face. I was clutching the flower stem so tightly that my knuckles were white. "Ok, so I'm going to assume this isn't about the flowers. Do you want to talk about it, or?"
I shook my head.
"Ok, well, here's a glass of water," he took the flower from me, set it on the table, then handed me a glass of water. He pulled over a chair & started rubbing my back in an attempt to calm me down.
I was so embarrassed. I don't even know him, yet here I am, crying my eyes out in his kitchen. Maybe that's what I needed though. At home everyone would look at me w/ sympathy, never talking to me in fear that I will break down at the slightest noise. And maybe I would, but I hate people walking on eggshells around me. You never would've treated me like that. A new wave of tears started to come.
"Hey, hey, it'll be okay," he said as he pulled me into a hug. God, I don't even know his name, & yet this is the most I've been comforted since... since... since you left.
Idk how to end this.
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Ficção GeralThis is just for whenever I have an idea I want to write about, but don't want to make it a full-blown story. I may expand some of these at a later point. This is also where I will put writing assignments from school.
