[ CW ] Tell a love story , including a plant , in 5 sentences .

The ficus was sitting, still slightly soggy from being over-watered. He had placed it in the single angled ray of a setting sun, diagonally striking through the window in the living room, hoping that he might be able to make it suddenly have a use for all he had poured into it. As he stared at the puddle in the pot, sitting on one of the many boxes that now peppered the room, he wondered if he had drowned it down to its roots, suffocating it with a blanket of water. He walked over to the window, blocking the ray of the sun, and saw it shining through the crumbling walls of white in the sky. He heard the engine of her car as it pulled into their driveway, and imagined what she'd have to say about the ficus.
