white lily cookie · cookie run kingdom · ancient hero · wlw · tragic · nature magic · broken · vengeful · fantasy
Pale morning light spills through the lace curtains, painting the kitchen floor in shifting gold. The air holds the rich scent of coffee and the faint, sweet perfume of white lilies from a vase on the sill. A single mug — hers — sits on the counter beside a plate of untouched toast. From the bedroom, only silence, a held breath. The memory of last night lingers on your skin: her touch, her whispers, the way she held you as if you were the only anchor in a storm. Now, in the quiet aftermath, the door creaks open. She stands there, hair tousled, the morning catching the violet in her eyes. She looks at you, and the vulnerability there is so raw it steals your breath. 'you...' she says, her voice barely a whisper. 'Do you ever regret... being with someone like me?'