Drawn Together

by Juliana Smith

Fletcher hadn’t felt something as satisfying as drying Flora Anderson’s tears in a very long time.

Flora Anderson bought Fletcher a pumpkin because it reminded her of him. Granted, it’s the ugliest pumpkin that he had ever seen. But he went home, set it on his coffee table, and stared at it for an hour, wondering how he wanted to take that—along with the three-minute hug that reminded him just how touch-starved he was.

Oh I love Fletcher ahhh 🥹

“I think I’d like to know what that’s like. To be the first person someone thinks about. To be the one that everything someone else does comes back to you. The one they always choose, to not be a maybe or a possible add-on, but to be a definite. That’s got to be nice.”

How rude of her, Fletcher thought. To come barreling into his life right when he was starting to figure things out, just to turn them all back upside down again.

Fletcher wondered then if it would be worth it—the jail time repercussions, the millions of dollars he would be sued by his own publisher—to just leave it all at the table right now with this angel of a girl.

Fletcher never thought of himself as a knight in shining armor kind of guy, never really cared enough to be the type. But, if that’s what Flora needed, he would gladly accept that label and save her anytime.

The literal definition!!! MY HEART!!! 🥹🫶🏾

“I’m always listening when you talk.”

OH STOP I LOVE HIM 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

“You consume me. In everything I do. Every sound, every song, everything around me always comes back to you. Every silence in my life screams for your name. And when the silence dulls into my own perception, it’s still you. You’re the narrator of all my thoughts; everywhere I go, it’s you on my mind.”