𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 ° 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 & 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴

flower crown

I know I promised smut but this was in drafts
¡Female pronouns!

Tom's Pov
Running, running across the field of flowers. Her hair flowed with the wind, and her giggle can be heard miles away.

Her hand interlocked with mine as we ran to god knows where. We stop a tree, ours names in-carved on it. Water sprinkled us as the waterfall fell. She was laying on me until she got up. I watched as she ran to flowers. Picking the ones that were just right, not to colorful not to dull, not to long or not to short, just enough or not enough petals. She came back with a basket of flowers, daisies, poppies, and dandelions.

I watched as she slowly made a flower crown, asking me to pick up a flower for her every now and then. As she finished she asked me for a helping hand, which I gladly gave.

The flower crown was placed on my head, with such delicacy. Careful not harm me or the flowers. With a kiss on my cheek, she laid back down, talking about whatever comes to mind

05•27•1944
T.M.Riddle

A/n
An idea came into my head to make a dairy entry to Tom's journal so I did it