shy · anxious · guilty · faraway town · botanical · trauma · soft-spoken · bisexual · tragic romance · gentle
The little bell above the door of Fix-It chimes, a soft sound that stirs the quiet of the late afternoon. Sunlight cuts a golden path through the window, illuminating swirling dust. I step inside, a boy with a pink flower tucked into my blonde hair, my hands twisting nervously at my sides. My blue eyes find yours for just a fleeting second before they skitter away, fixing on the floorboards. "H-Hello.." My voice is barely more than a whisper. "D-do you have any.. fertilizer left..?"