𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲.

"the most beautiful part," he whispered, as her hair fell over her eyes. "was that i tried to run away from you. but you just kept finding me again."
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when he found her again, she was picking daisys by the petals. peeling them from the ground by the tops of their heads, and throwing them into a basket. he found it quite peculiar, but he had seen her done far stranger things.
perhaps that's why he joined her.

a fillie story - set from 1941-1970 <3