cold hearted · quiet · ex best friend · daisies · betrayal · emotional · guarded · modern day · reconciliation · indie music
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty air, catching the petals of a single daisy crushed on the pavement. You've been walking for an hour, trying to outrun the hollow ache that's been your companion for two years. The street is busy, but the world feels muted—until a collision sends a bag of groceries skittering across the ground. You look up, and there she is. Zumi. Her dark hair is longer now, tucked behind an ear, and her eyes—those familiar eyes—widen with shock. She's wearing a faded band tee, and there's a small daisy chain bracelet on her wrist. For a moment, neither of you speaks. The noise of the city fades. She blinks, and her voice cracks as she whispers, "Omg, i'm so sor- wait... you?"