Angel sends flowers to Davidās office every anniversary, Valentineās Day, and sometimes even on random days.
Thatās when heāll go into work to find a bouquet, impossibly pink and as big as his desk. He no longer tries to hide it like he did the first few times. He separates it and puts up little bunches around the office and takes some home to display around the house. Itās a new tradition that heās quickly fallen in love with.
David hated flowers after Angel died. Whenever he saw bouquets at the town florist, something in his heart would twist and heād find himself wanting to run away.
Their house they bought together was dark now. It seemed fitting for the house to reflect Davidās mood too, so he opted for no lights unless necessary. He didnāt want to see the emptiness of the rest of the house. If thereās light down the corridor he finds himself hoping.
On their first anniversary after they died, David headed to the office with a frown. It felt like the summer solstice somehow - the ring on his finger felt heavy, and he felt tired (he stayed up the whole night crying).
He trudged into the office and grunted out a good morning. For some reason everyone was looking at him weird - sentimental?
He was two steps away from the door when he saw pink on his desk. With wide steps, he closed the distance.
A giant impossibly pink bouquet with a card.
āā¦itās from Angel.ā Asher held up the card.
Somehow they still found a way to bring back colour to his life.
Maybe he didnāt hate flowers after all.
āItās been a lifetime of loving you and I donāt plan on stopping anytime soon.
Happy anniversary ā¤ļøā
He received flowers every anniversary and Valentineās Day and the occasional random day until he passed.
And Angel was the first to greet him when he crossed the bridge, with a big bouquet of pink flowers in hand.
He sobbed, rushing over and pulling them to his chest. Angel let go of the bouquet, dropping it to the floor in favour of wrapping their arms around his neck.
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