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⠀ 𝓉𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 the garden, up the trees ... you'll 𝒻𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦. ⠀



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alright. i actually haven’t spoken to her since i left home, ( his head rolls slightly to the side, eyes slowly narrowing in thought. ) i mailed her my phone number, so i knew it would eventually come. i just wasn’t expecting it so soon.

⠀ 𝓉𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 the garden, up the trees ... you'll 𝒻𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦. ⠀



i missed you, more. ( the faintest smile begins to show, pressed right into her neck. cold lips rested sweetly. ) i’ve been planting. … and i spoke to my sister today.

⠀ 𝓉𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 the garden, up the trees ... you'll 𝒻𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦. ⠀



hello dear. ( immediately sinking into her arms. head nestling on her shoulder. squeezing. )

⠀ 𝓉𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 the garden, up the trees ... you'll 𝒻𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦. ⠀



⠀ 𝓉𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 the garden, up the trees ... you'll 𝒻𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦. ⠀



… right. of course. thank you. i think you’ve got your talents cut out for you… ( he decides to trying it on now, right over his t-shirt. it fits just as it did before, except cutely adorned with strawberries. ) do you do this often?

glad to hear it, and i mean what i said before, my guy, don't worry about it. just give it a wear and let me know if you have anything else you want fixing.



mm, no. i’m still not wise, i don’t think. but i try to be. helps, to not make as many mistakes as i used to.

… have you always been this wise?



like it? ( he hums, ‘assessing’ the scent of said perfume; how it compliments her natural tone and how it has him smiling a little more than he realizes. ) i love it. you should wear it … often. it suits you.

… have you always been this wise?



( too touching. he's still not used to this level of affection just yet, but it's not hard to warm up to it when it's her. pressing ever closer, his arms find their way around its waist. ) ... you smell sweet.

… have you always been this wise?



you ... definitely fulfilled my request, ( he seems almost surprised, if the raise of his eyebrows at the very least, could give him away. he looks from sweater, to giver. ) i like it; even more than before. how should i repay you?

yep. freshly frolicked in fields. ( holding up the finished product, the tear that was previously there not just fixed but a strawberry in its place. and almost everywhere else, too. )



( their foreheads nestle close together, thumb shifting to brush over their jaw, before gaze lowers, falls right to its mouth. ) i’m not sure i want to be anywhere else ever again.

yep. freshly frolicked in fields. ( holding up the finished product, the tear that was previously there not just fixed but a strawberry in its place. and almost everywhere else, too. )



mm. ( he reaches out, thumb and pointer taking her chin to pull her in a fraction closer. ) you’ve made it a home as it is, on your own. i’m simply happy to be a part of it.


hmm, really? you’d still have your garden, with or without me, you know.


and i love that help. you make the garden so beautiful.


i think i understand that. but sometimes your body might thank you for the rest. that might be why it can’t ever get used to it. you don’t give it a chance to. … or, you could do something fun. whatever you want.

guess it’s a spiral like that. keepin’ myself busy helps to not think about that stuff, but … maybe it’ll help to get used to doing nothing sometimes.



you deserve to do nothing, sometimes. it often feels like you’re doing too much with no regard for yourself.

exactly that … not to mention I’m feelin’ guilty for just layin’ on the couch. I usually do more during the day.



i think i do. it’s eating at you more today than usual, and there’s nothing you can do to truly fix it or change that. so it sits with you.

think I’m just havin’ one of those days where I dwell on shit from the past, y’know?



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