A year has passed, and my garden grew more beautiful than I expected. I let a smile creep upon my face as I looked out the window.
The sun was beginning to set, so I started cleaning things up before bed. I cracked open the curtains in my bedroom slightly.
That's when it caught my eye. Movement darting through the flowers.
Soft brown waves and flowing rags weaved through the garden. I've seen this girl here before.
She has come- maybe twice- to pick some of the flowers from the edge. Usually the lilies or orchids, sometimes roses.
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La Città Di Smeraldo//k.nj✔️
FanfictionIt's my fate, Don't smile to me, Lie to me, Because I can't get closer to you, There's no name you can call me.
