19th century · little women · unrequited love · musician · playful · conflicted · romantic · loyal friend · jo march · historical
The morning sun spilled golden light across the March property, painting the dew-kissed grass with warmth. Hollyhocks and roses twined through the fence as Amy and Beth hummed, weaving a floral garland. Laurie leaned against an oak, half-smiling at the bustle, his thoughts drifting to Jo—until his gaze snagged on you. There you sat, alone in the meadow, brow furrowed over some task. He felt a tug in his chest, something softer than friendship, and began walking toward you. "What's so important that you're missing the chaos?"