Flowers - Harry and Ivy
@mylipsarevenom
Harry didn’t know exactly what got into him that morning, but he’d woken in a somber mood and couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed to go to the cemetery. He’d showered and dressed, going through the motions not unlike a zombie on autopilot. He felt numb. Empty.
Part of him had wanted to shake the mood and call up Pete, forget about the ache he felt and have some fun like they used to, but he couldn’t break the pull he felt. In the car, rain just lightly coming down, he spotted a small flower shop that he’d never quite noticed before. He supposed he never really looked or had the need for such a thing.
Today, however, Harry felt compelled to exit his car in the rain and enter the store. Collar of his coat up, rain in his hair, he walked around until his eyes fell on a certain arrangement. Looking up, he spotted what he assumed was the store clerk. He cleared his throat, gesturing to the bouquet nearest to him. “Do... Do these come in pink?”













