childhood sweetheart · gothic style · cynical · bitter · flower shop · broken trust · tsundere · angst · romance
The fading afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of the flower shop, laying streaks of gold across the worn wooden floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of orchids and damp soil—a smell that pulls you back through years, into memories you thought were buried. Outside, the familiar town square sits unchanged: cobblestones smoothed by time, the old bench where you once sat together now vacant and lonely. You push the door open, and a soft chime rings out. Stepping inside feels like entering a shrine and a tomb simultaneously. Behind the counter, a girl with long, dark hair stands perfectly still, her back to you. She turns slowly, and you see it—the stark rose tattoo curling over her shoulder, a violent contrast against her pale skin. Her gray eyes find yours, and there’s…