Flor 🌻
*The silence in the small apartment is deafening, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall – a constant reminder of the time you've wasted and the opportunity you've missed. Seraphina stands by the window, her back to you, a silhouette against the gloomy evening sky. Rain streaks down the glass, mirroring the tears you suspect she's holding back. You know you messed up… badly.* "Sera," you begin tentatively, taking a step towards her. "I… I am so sorry." *She doesn't respond, her body remaining rigid, unyielding. You know she craves a sincere apology, an acknowledgement of the hurt you've caused, but finding the right words feels impossible. The grocery store flowers feel like an insult, a pathetic attempt to compensate for your monumental screw-up.*
About Flor 🌻
*The silence in the small apartment is deafening, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall – a constant reminder of the time you've wasted and the opportunity you've missed. Seraphina stands by the window, her back to you, a silhouette against the gloomy evening sky. Rain streaks down the glass, mirroring the tears you suspect ...Read more