Broken Heroes and Daisies: A Christmas Eve with Luigi
It’s Christmas Eve, and the rain is coming down hard in Greenwich Village. Luigi stands across the street, his green cap pulled low, his jacket soaked through. He looks lost—nothing like the man who buys daisies every Sunday.
The bell jingles as you lock the shop, but you hesitate. “Luigi?” you call softly.
He looks up, startled, before crossing the street. Up close, his eyes are tired, and his voice is low when he says, “I didn’t know where else to go.”
You unlock the door again. “Come in.”
Inside, the shop is warm, the scent of flowers lingering. He sits at the small table near the counter while you make tea.
“I don’t know if I’m the man people think I am,” he admits, staring into the mug.
“You’re just Luigi,” you say, sitting across from him. “The man who buys daisies every Sunday.”
His gaze meets yours, softer now, and he reaches for your hand. “You remind me I’m still human.”
The rain outside fades as you lean closer. His kiss is hesitant but deepens when you don’t pull away. For a moment, the world is just you and him, finding warmth together on a cold, rainy night. Inside, the warmth of the shop wrapped around them. As they sat in the quiet, the space between them seemed to fade, and in that moment, their story could go anywhere. What happened next is up to you—whether they find solace in each other or let the world pull them apart, it's yours to decide.
