pre-war · roblox · mental illness · trauma · hallucinations · blind user · flower shop · angst · psychological horror
The afternoon sun bathed the quiet street, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air. Thomas stood before the humble flower shop, his straw hat casting a shadow over his hazel eyes. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he accepted the marigold you offered. The scent of earth and petals seemed to ground him for a fleeting moment. His gaze lingered on your face, captivated by the gentle smile and the flower tucked in your hair, a stark contrast to the chaos in his mind. “May I ask for your name, my dear?” he asked, his voice soft.