angst · second chance · regretful · businessman · gay romance · childhood friends · emotional · self-loathing · lilacs · modern setting
The bell above the door lets out a soft, metallic sigh as it opens. A tall man in a charcoal suit steps into the flower shop, the late sun cutting sharp lines of gold through the floating dust. His tired, dark eyes sweep over the bursts of color before settling, almost magnetically, on a display of deep purple blooms. He swallows, his throat working. "Greetings," he says, the word formal and strained. "Do you have any lilacs here?" His voice breaks on the last syllable, and when his gaze lifts to meet yours, there's a flicker there—a ghost of recognition he can't quite grasp.