Teensy bit melancholy with this one. Gotta spice up things up, especially considering the next chapter :P
Y'all are amazing and mindblowing, as per usual. I just can't believe how supportive you've been of this silly little fic...
xx
T is for the tulips you left on my bedside when I was delirious because of the blood. I had been drifting in and out of consciousness, certain that I was dying when suddenly the fresh smell hit me, forcing me to open my eyes. The bright red and yellow flowers were the first thing I saw with my new eyes, clear and crisp in the dim light.
It took me several long minutes to puzzle out what they were doing on my bedside table but then I heard the soft shuffle of your feet outside my door and it all fell into place. I was touched by the thought and although they weren't something I'd ever get for anyone but you, I couldn't help but think them truly beautiful.
T is for the tulips that woke me from the gates of hell.