❝ it’s okay. i don’t need you to help me…but if you wanna stick around while i fix it myself i wouldn’t mind the company. ❞ ( → @layersofuntruth )
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The elder of the two nods, lips pressed thin in sympathy.
"Do you have any idea as to who's responsible?" He walks up to the shriveled bush, holding up an open hand right underneath one of its leaves. It's such a damn shame; the flowers were breathtakingly beautiful. And now, they're all dead— all because a single one was plucked from the bunch.
( Joshua wonders if he'll get the chance to see them in bloom, ever again. )
He rests his hand in the pocket of the cardigan he wears, knitting his brows. "...Say. Under what time frame could it have taken place? When did you last see them before they wilted, and then when did you discover that they did?"













