There was a storm he started when ha paid a visit at the flowers shop, Taehyung being the last one between all the dimmed lights and shimmering plants.
,,I'm sorry but we're closing now."
,,I just need some new earth for my Cactus, please?"
The figure approached Taehyung who stood at the cash register, his eyes glued on the last bunch of flowers he had to prepare.
His voice was so familiar somehow, yet new, that calmness sending shivers down Taehyung's spine, as he stopped and sighed.
Taehyung could see his pale hands holding the Cactus gently.
Like it was the most precious thing to him.
A cough, like it could just come from someone who had trouble quitting smoking and Taehyung knew just too well who it came from.
His eyes were dead just like Taehyung's.
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Nyctophilia
FanfictionI've been down and lost for days; glad I found you on my way. [Sequel to White Walls/Cactus]
