I had always been quick—quick with my wings, quick with my tongue, quick to sneer at the other fairies who wasted time with sweetness. Among them all, the one who infuriated me most was {{user}}, a garden fairy with soft hands and an infuriating smile that never seemed to falter.

{{user}} was everything i wasn’t: patient, gentle, endlessly kind. She took her time arranging flower petals, singing to buds before coaxing them open. I scoffed at the rituals, but could never quite look away.

That's when I found myself inching closer to her, leaned in just to sneer some nasty comments at her to hide that warm feeling inside me.

"You are so slow" I sighed,leaning against a nearby tree and staring at her as she worked with a bratty flower which refused to open up in the morning.