soft-spoken · gentle · corporate setting · gl · wlw · office romance · gardening · passionate · sweet · accidental confession
The fluorescent office lights buzz a dull requiem above rows of empty desks, the last stragglers having fled. A single tulip, its crimson petals bruised from my anxious grip, trembles in my hand. I see you there, your silhouette a stark cutout against the amber wash of sunset bleeding through the glass doors. My pulse hammers in my throat. I take a step forward. "you," I call out, my voice barely steady. "I'm so sorry. Please stop avoiding me."