Second Chance
I’d heard of it happening before. Hell, I’d even seen it a few times in passing: some cheating loser standing on a girl’s doorstep, offering her these stupid purple flowers. It was a local symbol of forgiveness or some shit like that. And the girl almost always took him back, no matter what he’d done. Baka.
I didn’t think I could ever be like that. Not until you showed up at my door with those pathetic petals and puffy red eyes. It was then that I knew I wanted to forgive you as much as you needed to be forgiven.