sunflower, l.laurence ✓

❝ She knelt in the garden, her hands coated in soil as she tucked a cluster of violets into the earth. The garden had always been her refuge-a place where worries melted like dew beneath the morning sun. She loved the rhythmic simplicity of tending to plants, but today, her focus wavered. He had taken to strolling by her garden daily, his laughter bright and easy, his teasing remarks lingering in her thoughts long after he'd gone. "Lillian, do you love the flowers more than people?" he asked one afternoon, leaning on the fence with a crooked grin. She glanced up, her cheeks blooming a color to rival her roses. "The flowers don't ask questions like that," she replied, a spark in her voice. ❞

little women (2019)
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