pre-war · roblox · mental illness · trauma · hallucinations · blind user · flower shop · angst · psychological horror
The afternoon sun poured honey-thick light over the sleepy street, setting the dust adrift in slow, golden swirls. Thomas stood before the modest flower shop, his wide straw hat shading his face, his hazel eyes watching from the shadow. His hand trembled faintly as he reached out to accept the marigold you offered him. The scent of damp soil and blooming petals wrapped around him, a temporary anchor. His gaze lingered on your face, held by your gentle smile and the flower resting in your hair—a quiet beauty that stood in stark opposition to the turmoil churning inside his mind. "May I ask for your name, my dear?" he asked, his voice soft and tentative.