Recommend to listen to "My Tears Ricochet" by Taylor Swift.
The past.
Heinz didn't want to think about it.
But he knew—he had to.
Letting out a quiet, reluctant breath, he gave a small nod. "Alright."
Florian offered a small, wistful smile before lowering himself gracefully into the soft field of flowers. He patted the space across from him. "Sit."
Heinz tilted his head slightly at the gesture.
'He's... surprisingly playful.' He hesitated, then sat down opposite him.
'Was Florian ever this silly?'
His mind flashed to the only version of Florian he remembered—the one who cried.
'But that would've been my fault.'
The silence between them was thick. Tense. The flowers swayed gently in the nonexistent wind, but neither spoke for a moment. Then—
Florian exhaled deeply.
"Heinz... do you know how much hatred I have for you right now?"
The question struck like a slap. Heinz's eyes widened slightly. "Flor—"
