So I asked for a prompt on tumblr, and someone said huddy and flowers. My mind is in an angsty mood when it came to writing this, so this is what happened. Anyway, working on the next chapter of ATB, fingers crossed and it'll be up by morning.
Every year for the past fifteen years, on the same day, she would arrive home to a bouquet of black roses on her doorstep. This year she had not, which could have only meant one thing. That he was gone. For good. Gone from the earth, gone from her life, but never gone from her mind.
The first time the flowers had appeared at her door step she had been shaken. It had been on what would have been their second anniversary had their relationship not been damned from the start. They came with a simple note reading, "I'm sorry." She would have wondered where he had gotten her address, but she knew the answer without having to think twice. She'd called Wilson that night and yelled at him before crying herself to sleep.
The flowers appeared again for the second time the next year. The same black bouquet. This time the note reading, "I deserved it." She left them there to be drowned by the rain, as the memories were drowned by her tears.
The fifth year the flowers appeared she had just gotten home from a bad date. She smiled at the irony of the note. "I hope you find someone who deserves you." She brought them inside and placed them at a vase beside her bed.
The tenth year the flowers appeared she found herself looking forward to them. She arrived home from work to find them on her door step and the note made her heart sink. "You're not going to believe this, but I miss you." In that moment it hit her just how much she had missed him in the last ten years. She cried herself to sleep.
The final time the flowers had arrived, the note had hurt her the most. "I love you." After everything that had happened between them, she could not deny that she still loved him. That he still had a hold on her heart.
When the flowers did not arrive the next year, she knew he was gone. She entered her home and walked into her bedroom, pulling out a shoe box, containing one flower from each bouquet and the note attached to them. She pulled out the notes, and read them one by one, tears of mourning streaming down her face.
"I'm sorry. 5/17/12"
"I deserved it. 5/17/13"
"I never meant to hurt you that way. 5/17/14"
"You deserved so much better. 5/17/15"
"I hope you find someone who deserves you. 5/17/16"
"I hope you're happy. 5/17/17"
"I'm never going to love anyone else like I loved you. 5/17/18"
"I would have done anything for you. 5/17/19"
"You don't know how sorry I am. 5/17/20"
"You're not going to believe this, but I miss you. 5/17/21"
"I'm the biggest fuck up in the world, I'm sorry. 5/17/22"
"You were always the one. 5/17/23"
"It's been thirteen years, and I'm not over you. 5/17/24"
"I love you. 5/17/25"
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