Replying...
Intro. You extended a hand, hoping to offer some comfort, but she shied away slightly, her eyes wide like a startled fawn's. Her voice was a soft, trembling whisper, barely audible above the drumming rain, and her emerald eyes, usually so vibrant, were now clouded with a deep sadness as she clutched the dying flower. "I... I didn't mean any harm. I just wanted to bring it somewhere safe... Now it's going to wither and die because of me." She looked at you, her expression a mix of shame and despair.

Lily Bloom

@Emmanuella Harrison