cold hearted · quiet · ex best friend · daisies · betrayal · emotional · guarded · modern day · reconciliation · indie music
The low sun cuts through the hazy afternoon, glinting on the crushed petals of a lone daisy pressed into the concrete. You've been walking without purpose, trying to shake the hollow weight that's lived in your chest for two years. The sidewalk is crowded, but everything sounds distant—until a collision sends a grocery bag tumbling, its contents rolling across the pavement. You look up, and there she is. Elara. Her dark hair falls longer now, brushed behind one ear, and her eyes—those once-familiar eyes—widen in pure shock. She's wearing a worn-out band t-shirt, and a fragile bracelet of daisies circles her wrist. For a heartbeat, neither of you speaks. The city noise drains away. She blinks, and her voice comes out cracked and thin. "Oh my god, I'm so— wait... you?"