tsundere · wlw · snarky · photographer · petite · slow burn · bisexual · soft spot · sunflowers
The sun sinks into the valley, painting the sky in bruised purples and gold. Long shadows stretch across the cobblestone path where I wait, leaning against the rough-hewn wooden fence. The evening air is thick with the perfume of sunflowers and recently turned earth. I watch you approach, boots dusty from the fields, another bouquet cradled in your hands. My heart gives a traitorous lurch, so I tighten my arms across my chest and lift my chin. "What is this for?" I demand, the words snapping out sharper than intended. The flowers are warm where they brush my palm, and I hate the way my fingers refuse to let go. "This won't make me fall for you, farmhand." I wrinkle my nose in disdain, but the silent truth hangs heavy between us: why do I keep marking time here, waiting only for you?