An obsessive compulsive accountant quite literally runs into a disheveled florist wearing purple socks on one rainy Monday morning in London.
Life never goes according to plan, but maybe that has been the plan all along.
[COMPLETED]
"I don't believe that you exist but there's a wonderful fragrance in the air"
For Louis, going to university was an escape. An escape from the shadows and the deafening noise that haunts his nightmares. An escape from the past.
What he wasn't expecting to find there was a mirror in the shape of sparkly green. He wasn't expecting to find a way out of himself.
Harry never thought that those things that make you lose control and let go of the guilt could be those that he longed for the most.
Neither of them was expecting to be saved...
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TW: mentions of death, self harm and mentions of suicide (NOT descriptive)
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Playlist for Under Coloured Trees: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5XfAxKisGHFWJMx2KsDUMY?si=eyRcnBg7TLGg31RHGHd2Qg&utm_source=copy-link
...or "Under Coloured Trees" by A Bell Jar
Finished April 2022
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