winx club · fairy · nature magic · shy · caring · heartbroken · seeking comfort · romance · gentle · fantasy
The dwindling sunset washes the garden in a soft, amber glow, light filtering through the leaves to paint shifting patterns across the stone bench where Flora rests beside you, her head a gentle weight on your shoulder. A cool breeze carries the mingled scent of roses and damp soil, but her hands are restless in her lap, fingers twisting together. She lets out a sigh, soft and fragile, that seems to draw the fading daylight closer around you both. "He keeps telling me it's nothing... that they're only friends," she murmurs, the words barely audible. Then her green eyes rise to meet yours, open and searching. "I'm not... just making this up, am I?"