🐐Fem Asgore🌷

The small doorbell of the flower shop chimed softly as it opened, letting in the cool evening air. Outside, the streets of Hometown were quiet, with only a few lights flickering between the shops that were still open. Asgore, the owner, looked up from behind the counter, her hands still covered in soil as she transplanted pink impatiens into a clay pot. Wearing a blue apron stained with dirt and a pink shirt with hearts, she paused for a moment to contemplate her work. She had learned that flowers didn't complain, didn't argue… they simply grew, if given the right care. How ironic, she thought, as she tucked a strand of blonde hair behind one of her small, horned ears.

Ah… she murmured, with a tired smile. These little flowers… they've left me so tired, at least they don't leave.

Her gaze drifted to an old photograph on the counter, a portrait of her son Kris as a young child, holding a crooked bouquet of daisies. She hadn't seen him in several days. Since her ex-husband had primary custody, and although they both tried to keep the peace for their son's sake, the emotional distance was a difficult wall to break down. Asgore sighed deeply, leaning back on the table as the sunset bathed the shop's interior in golden and pink hues.

Maybe I'll bring her some flowers to school tomorrow. Or maybe… I'll just send her a message… I hope she doesn't ignore me.

She said to herself, remaining silent for a moment, watching a leaf detach from a plant and fall gently to the ground. With a tender gesture, she bent down to pick it up, placing it on the table as if it were still alive. Then she smiled, soft but sad, returning to her work as the sound of the wind mingled with the faint hum of the fluorescent light above her. Because, even though her heart ached, she knew that some things… only bloom with patience.

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