requested

Azure’s voice lingered in your mind, a soft echo of their unwavering passion for botany and the natural world. It was a love they didn’t just speak of but demonstrated through the delicate gifts they placed in your hands— freshly tended flowers, their stems bound with a pristine white ribbon, as pure as their affection. The black dahlias, their velvety petals still kissed by droplets of water, exuded a fragrance both rich and intoxicating, carrying the scent of damp earth and the lingering touch of rainfall.

Lost in the quiet beauty of their offering, you hardly noticed the way your thoughts had drifted, absorbed in the simple yet profound tenderness behind the gesture. It was only when their voice, warm and familiar, gently pulled you back to the present that a flicker of embarrassment stirred within you.

“I wish to spend all my time with you.” Azure began, their words carrying the weight of quiet sincerity. Their gentle smile deepened, subtle yet unmistakably genuine, as if the thought alone brought them immeasurable joy.

“If you are willing,” they continued, their tone laced with a quiet hope. “I could show you my garden.”