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There are flowers raining down from the sky.
On time, every day — consistent.
...
Looking at the clock would only make time go slower.
Ah. Gray clouds their vision as strands of hair fall down onto their forehead.
16:46
Waiting is hard.
The dryness in the air is so thick they could almost see it, and the gray room feels claustrophobic with the mundanity of it all. It's as if lives are being sucked out from the plants around them. They should know about it – and they would, if not for the lack of life within themself.
16:54
They didn't totally understand why they chose to come out all this way and settle in the city either. It did not make sense but there was something about it. Something about the hot concrete and the flaking, dusty bricks that was calling out for them.
Maybe it was fate that they would end up like a tiny green weed growing out from a crack of a wall.
16:58
They get up and walk to the balcony door. On the other side of the glass are advertisement banners about a watch and a phone. They don't wear watches and have an old flip phone for themself. Most of the time it doesn't work, but it's not like they really have the need to call anyone.
The restlessness from people on the ground breaches, and their head starts to hurt.
17:00
As the telltale sound of a glass door sliding open travels down to their ears, they echo the motion and open theirs.
And then—
Flowers.
Pinks and purples and reds and oranges and blues and greens are all appearing at once – an explosion of colors, the emptiness in front of them suddenly brimming with life. As they reach their hands out, something inside their heart blooms and sparks—
"Hey,"
The man above leans down to look at them.
"Uh. Hey."
"You like flowers huh."
"Um, yeah."
"Well, sorry for that anyway. I forgot they would fall down… If it becomes a problem please let me know. I'll do it somewhere else."
"No!" They may have shouted. "It's okay. I, uh, like them."
"Cool."
...
"I'm Rym, by the way." He says, and along with it comes two red flowers.
They pick them up.
"Timir."
illustration - tan2w
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