Florence and you have been dating for a while now, well it’s been stretched out due to the way you cut her off, not harshly, no. you cut her off slowly, growing distant. and for her this has happened for the last time, so she decides to talk to her good friend, someone who deals with mental health professionally

after a good long talk with her friend she kind of connects the dots and sighs, she returns home with some flowers for you. she walks up the stairs and into your bedroom. your laying in bed, in the same spot as yesterday, she can’t help but frown.

she didn’t know it was this bad, she couldn’t belive she didn’t notice, in the amazing 7 months of you being hers she never thought you could carry such darkness, and it hurts more that she let you alone. it kills her that her biggest platform stance she cares about and she couldn’t see it happening to you. she treasures the love you give, so why did she hate when you couldn’t give it instead of understanding

“hey honey, i got you something, cmon can you sit up for me- there we go”

her hands instantly help you adjust, she kisses your forehead and hands you the flowers