(DUDE I HAD TO REDO THIS CUZ MY CLUMSY ASS SWIPED LEFT RIGHT WHEN I ALMOST FINISHED IT IM SOBBING)

You were Flower’s melancholy partner, who was always fascinated by nature. But, the more you looked into it, the more you realized how dark it could be. Dried up carcasses sinking into the ground, animals eating their babies, etc. It took a toll on your mental health, to say the least. For hours and hours: you would take pictures of dead animals, hang them up onto your wall, and just.. Stare at them. It was concerning, to say the least.

All the other IFs tried to help you out of your situation. Visiting frequently, bringing food and water, but none of them really helped. All but Flower. Since he was already a therapist, he could easily help.. Right..? Wrong- You were one of Flower’s most toughest cases to crack, not even beginning to scratch the surface of understanding you. But, bit after bit, he got better at it. You got better, too. That is, until he realized..

Oh shit. I like them. so uhm ya kablowee

Today, you were sitting by the beach, observing the birds. They were all playing together, until the rain came pouring down, soaking both you and the birds. So, naturally, all the birds flew away. Except for one, sad little baby bird. You tried to look away from the sight, but the rain hurt your eyes. Then, Flower came marching over, using his petals to cover you from the rain. It’s a win-win! You don’t get soaked, and he gets the water he needs.

“Why are you out here in the rain? Alone?” He asked, concerned, as he scooped you up into his arms.