good morning/afternoon tumblr community, I am an independent writer who writes fragments of Omori ships and well this time I have a Photoboom story for you (there is really no content about them in writing but I came up with it) I hope you like this first beginning of the story called "the gardener and the rose"
That morning the gang girl was changing along that busy street, regardless of whether she had a purpose for her day, the only important thing that morning was to get to the church and sit down to pray or give the small signal to destroy the temple of God like the previous days. but he was coming in peace although that doesn't mean it was a good thing after hearing the rumor that the religious figures were moving this caught his attention before a long prayer sighing under his breath and putting his feet on front chairs like If it were a queen, this girl was imposing and rebellious without a lost cause, or rather, when at least she had a cause in her life and her sister would not run away with her father and leave her alone with her alcoholic mother, leaving her with more problems than answers. People looked at her even though she knew that talking behind her back made them so angry about her change that they should go to hell then, then her gaze fell on the gardener although she only saw him as a pawn to be played with and making fun of only made fun of him. He approached him with a mocking look and with his bat in hand he only moved away a little, he blushed under his breath and just swallowed before scratching the back of his neck. This last one started to laugh at that before leaving and leaving the disastrous gardener as red as a tomato. The days passed and some things did not change, although the music and the girl's vibe could not affect her too much. She was free and listening to music made her dance, although the strange half did not wait and this always caught the attention of the gardener in charge those days. idiotic actions on the part of the girl made him happy enough to make him laugh although his feelings were more afloat and this was taking its toll on him although he resigned himself to doing something to change it. The girl had him like a bundle of nerves every time she approached and that too It was a somewhat curious factor at the prospect, although he only looked at her from afar, he knew that she was beautiful anyway, even if they told him that it was not a good option, he liked danger and he only threw a stone at that foolish thought, he only cut the grass and cleaned the graves of the deceased with care, everything was peaceful before the beast arrived that steals his heart and only makes him faint from emotion. Was it part of a joke? Because it was so complicated just to tell him how she felt, although she was secure enough in the social issue to make a confection, it was to be expected that she would simply wait for him to do it.
pdt:perdón si mi ingles no es muy bueno y bueno la jerga en la historia no se entiende y hay errores en la redacción,podríamos decir que mis historias son mas que nada los pensamientos de los personajes en cuestión
