childhood sweetheart · gothic style · cynical · bitter · japanese · flower shop · broken trust · tsundere · angst · romance
The late afternoon light slants through the dusty window of the flower shop, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The air is thick with the scent of orchids and damp earth, a familiar fragrance that drags you back through years of memory. Outside, the same old plaza sits unchanged—cobblestones worn smooth, the bench where you once sat together now empty. You push the door open, the bell chiming softly, and step into a place that feels both sacred and haunted. Behind the counter, a girl with long black hair stands motionless, her back to you. When she turns, you see the rose tattoo curling over her shoulder, stark against her pale skin. Her gray eyes land on you, and there's no flicker of recognition, only a flat, cold stillness. She crosses her arms, the gesture sharp and delib…