Verse: Grow Where You're Planted
He doesn’t have to be psychic to know that she’s not happy with him. With Garden finally settling into an uneasy routine and his own life slipping into a more sedated pace, the outright enmity on her half becomes hard to ignore. Before it’d been one crisis after another pulling him into a hundred separate directions to distract him, but with his days narrowing down to the four walls of his office and only the logistics of repairs to eat up his time, he actually has room to think.
They’ve shared enough uncomfortably long stretches of time together sorting through the administrative duties of Garden that it’s clear she has a problem with him. What it is, he can hardly guess, only that this is an issue that he has to CONFRONT eventually.
“Maybe you don’t…” He bends, gathering a familiar stack of cards, their frayed edges serving as evidence of the level of dedication she places in something once she’s committed. His mouth thins as he straightens the cards so that every corner is perfectly lined up and hands them back to her. “But I felt like giving it anyway. Can we talk?”
He doesn’t have to be psychic to know that she’s not happy with him. With Garden finally settling into an uneasy routine and his own life slipping into a more sedated pace, the outright enmity on her half becomes hard to ignore. Before it’d been one crisis after another pulling him into a hundred separate directions to distract him, but with his days narrowing down to the four walls of his office and only the logistics of repairs to eat up his time, he actually has room to think.
They’ve shared enough uncomfortably long stretches of time together sorting through the administrative duties of Garden that it’s clear she has a problem with him. What it is, he can hardly guess, only that this is an issue that he has to CONFRONT eventually.
“Maybe you don’t…” He bends, gathering a familiar stack of cards, their frayed edges serving as evidence of the level of dedication she places in something once she’s committed. His mouth thins as he straightens the cards so that every corner is perfectly lined up and hands them back to her. “But I felt like giving it anyway. Can we talk?”
He doesn’t have to be psychic to know that she’s not happy with him. With Garden finally settling into an uneasy routine and his own life slipping into a more sedated pace, the outright enmity on her half becomes hard to ignore. Before it’d been one crisis after another pulling him into a hundred separate directions to distract him, but with his days narrowing down to the four walls of his office and only the logistics of repairs to eat up his time, he actually has room to think.
They’ve shared enough uncomfortably long stretches of time together sorting through the administrative duties of Garden that it’s clear she has a problem with him. What it is, he can hardly guess, only that this is an issue that he has to CONFRONT eventually.
“Maybe you don’t…” He bends, gathering a familiar stack of cards, their frayed edges serving as evidence of the level of dedication she places in something once she’s committed. His mouth thins as he straightens the cards so that every corner is perfectly lined up and hands them back to her. “But I felt like giving it anyway. Can we talk?”
