"hey, fox!" a voice calls. i spin around, looking for the source of the voice. a girl with bright red hair runs towards me, her hair glimmering in the sun. i sigh. "yes, rose?" my younger sister only beams back at me. me and my sisters have all been named different flowers- and we don't get along very well. "daisy wants to know if you'll be coming back in for dinner," rose supplies. "she's making your favorite, you know." i glare at her. she shrugs. "we all want you back. you know that." i shake my head. my sisters have been trying to bribe me to get back in the house and spend time with them ever since our mother d!ed. their efforts haven't worked. rose waves her arms around. "fox, you can't spend all of your time here." i glance around at the lush garden that surrounds us. flowers of every kind, from a bright pink to a deep purple, stand strong and tall. "i can," i say softly, turning back to the flower in front of me. its petals are wilted, drooping. the leaves are dry and have begun to fall to the ground. "is it because of-" rose starts quietly. i let out a breath i hadn't realized i'd been holding. slowly, i reach out, and feel mother's touch move with mine. together, we reach out and touch the foxglove, and i watch its color become a vibrant pink once again, the petals springing back up. "yes," i reply, finished healing the flower. "it is." ~ foxglove word count: 258 a/n omggg i'm so sry i keep forgetting to share these <//3 this one is kinda weird but i hope u enjoy bc it was fun to write
