Just random Marjumn one-shots that aren't long enough to be a full story! Will change the cover soon!

One-shot... It didn't click because she's never been to a wedding as an adult. How the white dress stood out among everything and everyone else. How her own wedding was on a whim and she didn't get those experiences that came with planning a wedding. Or Marjorie and the guilt that eats her alive at the Shivian wedding when she realizes what's her white dress means.

When exchanging words felt to difficult and writing a letter felt to personal, vulnerable, Autumn found that expressing herself with flowers came the easiest. After all the language of flowers was dead to most. So why would she be worried about expressing her feelings to Marjorie through them when the other had no idea what it meant... expect she forgot about the three people who knew her well enough to know that every bouquet was a confession, an almost wrapped up in brown packing and paper strings. That it wasn't only the delicate red roses that could tell a story but others too.