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But the name of the shop is MINE!
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The crisp air of the London streets nipped at my exposed skin sending shivers down my spine. The sky is getting dark and is stained colours of dark oranges, reds and blues.
I drag my feet solemnly across the concrete, feeling the vibrations of the action slowly tear away at the soles of my black shoes. But at this point I don't give it a second thought about how I might regret it later. My shoulders are sagged in my grey sweatshirt and my eyes are glued to the concrete watching the tiny specks of glitter sparkle within the ground. Too bright.
I never enjoyed the outside world and its brightness, but today everything felt too bright.
The moment I woke up in my grey bedding in the morning I had the feeling of dread pour through me. I knew today would be one of those days where I will punch myself for all the mistakes I make.
I live alone in my dull flat within the walls of London, it's a loud town with everyone bustling about, even on holidays, though I didn't hate the crowd I never dared to join it. Some say I have an outgoing personality, that I'm a person who could connect to people with simplicity. But I think otherwise. I might have once been a person who could talk for hours about anything in general, however it was a trait of the past. I have no one to talk to now that I live alone.
It may sound lonely and depressing, but I don't mind it now a days. I often enjoy the quiet simple life I live. No one to put me down, no one to bother me, and no one to make me regret anything.
However, there are some downsides to the lonely life I live.
No support.

I sigh deeply watching my breath slowly fog up the surrounding air and then dissipate a moment later. It's cold.
It's about late November as of today and it has been a bad day.
I woke up late with the realization that I would not make it to work on time at the radio station. This stress forced me to miss breakfast thus causing me to not only be late but hungry as well.
My co-workers and boss didn't mind the fact that I was late, but I still felt horrible. My stomach had been twisting and churning with guilt all day. Making me feel horribly sick.
Why don't they care?
A sear of anger quickly engulfed me suddenly and I whip my foot around and slam it against the brick wall I so happen to be walking past. The pain numbed my foot, but I continued to kick the orange wall mercilessly.
Idiot! You fucking idiot! Why do you always make so many fucking mistakes?! This is why you live alone Dan! Because no one fucking dares to care about you! Cause you're such an idiot.
My foot is completely numbed and swollen in pain, but it's not the first time it's been like this. I often have one of those days where I wake up and I feel the need to be against my self in every way possible.
The kind of day where everyone around you is smiling too brightly and too preppy for your mood. Where everything that could ever go wrong goes wrong, and though no one minded my mistakes today, I did.
I always beat myself up for what I am and what I do in life because I always know I could do better, but I can never bring myself to fix my problems because of a twisting procrastination sickness.
I always grew up in a happy and content environment, where everything is alright and I never have anything to complain about. One where I might not have everything, but I have enough to keep me satisfied.
Maybe that's why I snap so easily.

I feel the breaths of other people's questioning whispers about me slowly creep along my spine. I give the brick wall one last hard kick before whipping myself away from it and continue following the concrete path. Work has been done long ago yet the regrets of it were still spinning in my head. I decided it would probably be best if I get some air.

I don't usually go for walks outside, heck I don't usually ever walk in general, but I know I need to clear my head or at least try to. Too bad that went down the drain the moment I began kicking the wall.

And now the water works start.
I often don't cry, or at least not in public, I only every do when I build up too much stress and I'm alone in my home. However, when they start it takes a while for them to stop.
Why am I so fucking sad, why the hell do I try. Every day I mask my self hatred with a fake smile and laugh. You're a fucking idiot Dan.
Tears are now quickly rolling down my cheeks staining them, I make a sharp turn to the left into an unknown and unusually empty street. The tears blur my vision, but I continue trekking through the unknown territory. At this point I don't care where I end up, I have no work tomorrow and no one is waiting for me at home, so who gives a fuck.
Why am I still crying. I live a perfect life with nothing to be sad about, yet whenever a mistake is made, whatever slip up I have, I just want to cry and beat myself up for it.

I try to settle myself down, no stop that Dan, everyone has bad days. Deep breath, deep breath. I follow my own orders and take sharp breaths through my nose and exhale through my mouth. The streets were completely dark now, the only source of light were from the few shops still open and the old street lights that began serving their purpose the moment the sun went down. I look around at my surroundings, nothing looked familiar. The streets weren't empty, but there is definitely a decline of people around. I wipe my face with the soft sleeves of my grey sweater before shivering. I wasn't expecting to be out here for so long so I only brought my thickest sweater to protect me from the bitter cold of winter. I thought the need for a jacket was unnecessary due to the fact there was no snow. I cross my arms together gathering as much warmth I can. My face felt sticky with the dried up tears on my cheeks, but at this point all I wanted was somewhere to warm up. I eyed the closest store to my right.
Philly's Phlower shop?
"What an ugly name." I chuckle out. The name of the shop lifted my mood a bit and the warm light that poured out of the front window is quite mesmerizing. Like a moth to a flame I found my feet slowly bring me closer to the store.
I am hesitant at first but the want and need of warmth made me give in and I opened the glass door.
A bell chimed notifying the whole store of my presence, though the whole place seemed deserted. The door shut behind me and I sighed at the feeling of the beautiful warmth this tiny store held. I look around, several different plants lined the whole of the store with an earthy smell. It was as if I just stepped into a garden or forest of some sort.

I rub my hands together to retain some heat and I began walking around. I was never really interested in plants, but now looking at some a few were pretty cool. I didn't realize it, but my bad mood from before was slowly disappearing.
Suddenly, I hear a loud scrambling noise near the back of the store, where the check out area is. I walk over cautiously and look around for the perpetrator of the noise.
I nearly jump out of my skin as a guy suddenly appears from behind a door on the opposite side of the counter. "Hello! Is there anything I can help you with!" He smiles happily.
His happiness confuses me, why is he so happy despite working so late? I scan him quietly, he's really tall but still shorter than me, he has black hair and his skin I swear is pure white. It's quite intriguing, but what interests me the most was his blue eyes. They were too blue to be real, almost cartoonish and fake. He stands there smiling and waiting for a response from me. But I have no idea what to say.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhh..." I drone out still staring. His smile never fades as he stares back at me, "Hey! Don't worry, take your time! I have no place to go, so let me know if you found something you want to buy!" His voice was loud and very deep, and I instantly felt guilty that I only came in here to grab some warmth.
Stupid, making another fucking mistake.
I whip around, breaking our eye-contact, I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding and glanced at the surrounding plants. I never had the thought of owning a plant, I don't even know how to take care of one! But, I felt the need to get one after barging into this store.
I examine the store, it was a lot bigger than it seemed from the outside, and though it was just a plain white store with white shelves and a squeaky white tiled floor, the variety of colours the different plants bloomed with, painted the store and made it shine with life. I walked between the rows, I don't think I should get a big one. Maybe a smaller one? But I'm really forgetful I can't have a high maintenance one.
For some odd reason I felt at a loss, I really wanted to buy a plant so I don't feel awkward when leaving empty handed, and the guy was too kind to say no to.

After a few minuets of looking through the rows of plants I am still empty handed. I look back at the counter to see the joyful man now sitting on a stool and scrolling through his phone, though he no longer had his smile plastered on his face, you could clearly see through his lit up eyes that he was happy. Why though?
I scratch the back of my head carefully and ponder on my decision, I sighed to my self and awkwardly walk back over to the counter. The black haired man quickly stood up and smiled, "Did you pick something out?" He questioned with a peppiness in his voice that for some odd reason I did not find annoying as I usually would. I shake my head looking down at my hands placed on the cool white wooden counter.
"Actually I was wondering if you can give me some suggestions of what I should buy?" I mumble out quietly. I heard a deep chuckle emerge from him and I look up to see a warmer smile replace his more customer presenting one.
"Well tell me about yourself then! Are you more of an task kind of guy who has to make sure everything is done perfectly before going to bed? Or more like me who would probably kill all these plants if I didn't have notifications placed on my phone?" He laughs.
I look at him with curiosity, it seems like it's so easy for him to laugh, like he does it everyday. Getting to know him now he seems like a guy who hasn't lived a day without smiling. I let out a small chuckle along with him, "Then I guess we have something in common, I'm really forgetful." I groan out. I feel a weird connection begin to form with this florist, he seems like the kind of person who I would love to get to know despite how bright of a personality he seems to have. He nods urging me to continue, "Uh, I guess I need something that would be perfect for a lonely home. Cause my house is kind of dark and dull, so I guess something that would make it less like a grave yard and more like a home." I try to explain.
He snaps his fingers as if he just figured out something and ushers me to follow him, he rounds the counter and walks towards the front of the store near the door. I follow him quietly to the left near the window display. He stops abruptly almost causing me to fall on top of him as he bends down. Jeezus I don't need another fucking reason to want to jump off a cliff.
As he comes back up in his hands he holds a small spiked plant in a tiny red plastic pot. The tiny life form stood up tall, it looked almost like a tree but a cartoon version of it. The 'trunk' was a solum green while the 'leafy part' was an astonishing bright pink. The whole thing was covered with small needles.
Despite my dislike for sickly bright colours the small plant seemed to tug at my heart strings like I needed to take care of it.
"This little guy here is a moon cactus! It's really easy to maintain cause you only have to water once every one to two weeks and no fertilizer and bigger pot is needed! All you need is to do is place it on a windowsill that gets a lot of sun or a bright room and viola! Perfectly healthy cactus!" The preppy man cheered.
Barely any watering that would be good!
Windowsill? That's a perfect spot!
I was contemplating the pros and cons between getting the small cactus when the florist spoke up again, "Not a lot of people like getting these cacti cause they don't grow that big, but I think it's perfect for a splash of colour in any kind of room!"
My room is really dull.
I pondered for a few more minutes before settling on a decision. "Sure, I'll buy it!" I say with a weirdly high amount of confidence.
The guy smiles wide and nods, I follow him in suite to the counter and watch him click the buttons of the white cash register, his movements are quick and flow seamlessly, it was mesmerizing to say the least.
"That's 2 pounds kind sir!" He smiles looking me straight the eye. His eyes really are pretty.
I shake my thoughts aside and retrieve my old flakey wallet from my black skinny jeans. I toss the coins over to the guy and slip the wallet back into my pants. The buttons click loudly with every push before a chime rings from it. "I'm going to put it in a bag cause it's getting kinda cold!" The cashier explains as he carefully wraps it in a white tissue and places it into a brown paper bag he retrieved from under the desk, I nod in understanding.
"Well that's about it! Thank you so much for your purchase, it really makes my day! Please come again if you have anymore questions!" He cheers happily.
Suddenly a pang of sadness hits me again, I'm leaving already.
I shake my head and mumble a quick thank you as I grab the paper bag. What the hell, why do I feel depressed all of a sudden?
I didn't realize it at first, but the moment I walked into that store my self hatred and anger disappeared completely, but now that I'm leaving, I feel like I'm loosing something.
A connection.
Just before I exited the store I looked back at the tall man, but something seemed off, his smile seems forced now.
I leave the thought hanging as I exit through the glass door as it chimes again signifying my leaving, I step into the cold air of the night. I shiver, immediately missing the warmth the small store brought.
I look side to side looking for the sign of the main road, I decide to venture back and retrace my steps from earlier, but before I begin the journey I look back the shop once again.
Philly's Phlower Shop.
"It really is a dumb name" I laugh smiling to myself.

I hear the click of my key unlock the white door into my large lonely flat, although instead of returning with the sense of dread almost emitting from me I feel happy and warm despite just being in the cold air of November. I closed the door behind me and switch on the lights illuminating the hall. I untie the knots of my black shoes whose souls have been battered and throw them the the side of the small entrance way revealing my fluffy grey socks. I trek up the wooden stairs careful not to hit my brown bag on anything. I slowly cross the hall and slip quietly into my room. I flick on the switch to reveal the gloomy atmosphere of the room. I plop onto my black, white and grey covers of my bed and open the brown package. I carefully take the small cactus out and unwrap it from the white tissue. The guy running the store wrapped it so carefully and so properly I almost felt bad for taking it apart. As the tissue falls to the ground I examined the small potted plant again, the needles are so mesmerizing. I trace my soft tan fingers along the side of the plant only to prick myself and causing my right pointer finger to bleed. I quickly stick the finger into my mouth to try and stop the bleeding. I move my eyes back into the plant. It's so pretty.
I pop my finger out of my mouth and examine it,
I'm gonna need to put a bandage on it later.

I look over to the window on the opposite side of my bed, I roll over carful not to spill any of the dirt in the small pot onto my bed. That wouldn't be fun to sleep on.
I stand up and place the small plant on the sill of my window, it was tiny in comparison to the wide amount of space, but it added something. I ran back over to my door way and looked back at my room examining it. It was still the dull grey room it was always been, but something was different. Despite how tiny the cactus is, it added life into the whole room. I smile to myself and walk back over to my bed then pick up the now empty brown bag I grab the tissue paper and proceed to throw it into the bin before something slid out of the paper bag. A receipt.
It has fallen on my duvet face up, I peer down at it a read it carefully.

Philly's Phlower Shop.
Cactus ... £2.49
Total: £3.00
Phil M. Lester.

I stare at the thin paper in confusion, The total was three pounds so how come he only asked for 2?
I smile to myself, Phil Lester, I guess now the store name makes sense. I laugh out loud as I read the name again. My whole day started off as a angry mess, but a man I never even met before made me laugh more then I have all year. I look back up to my cactus.
I need some more plants.

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I hope you guys enjoy this story! I know I still have to finish my DaiSuga fic, but this story came to me all of a sudden and I couldn't stop writing it! Thank you so much for the votes on my other stories! If you want more chapters and want me to continue this story drop a vote and leave a comment! Thank you so much! If you find and mistakes or have a suggestion please let me know! ( ' ▽ ' )ﾉ

-Alex