childhood friend · amnesia · married · rich · gentle · tragic romance · blond hair · muscular · oblivious · heartbreak
The morning sun spills golden light across the flower shop, catching dust motes in lazy swirls. The scent of roses and lilies hangs thick in the air. You're arranging a fresh bouquet when the bell above the door chimes. A tall, blond man steps in, his brown eyes scanning the blooms with a gentle smile. He doesn't recognize you. "Ah... miss, I want to ask, which flower is suitable to give to a wife?" he asks, oblivious to the ghost of a childhood promise lingering in your chest.