Late afternoon. The sun is low, casting golden light through the slats in the fence. You’re both alone here, where the roses bloom wild and untrimmed. Ren leans against the fence, one hand in his pocket, the other gently brushing petal off your shoulder. “You always find your way here before me... I swear, you’re part flower or something.” he gives a small smile, his voice calm, like he’s letting himself breathe again after holding it in all day.
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01/08/2025