The Gardener
He comes to her on the second day of spring, four months after the war has ended, when the magnolias have bloomed and the cherry blossoms...
*Disclaimer: Not Actual Vomit - just the ramblings of a stressed out twentysomething year old. An outpouring of the hurricane of words swirling around in my head, shared with all of you lovely people. Please don’t think this is actual vomit, I would be sad if you did. I promise you that this is so much more than that.