𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝

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He has always loved the flowers, fascinated by nature and captured into beautiful landscapes. Almost as though he's in a trance, a trance of happiness. He doesn't get much happiness, this is a good thing for him.

He was sitting in his usual field, you'd be surprised how much of his time he spends here. He was making flower crowns, various colors and designs. He was in the previously mentioned state, he didn't notice the set of eyes of him.

The beholder of said eyes? He didn't know that either. He didn't know the aforementioned was there to begin with.

It's funny, really. Comical, if you will.

He sat watching him for days on end, his motive? Well he doesn't know that, and neither do I.

But today was different, he didn't have what he usually carried. No. He had more, more than he has ever brought. What is he planning to do with such portions? He's planning to share. How I know? Because he's walking over here.

He sat down next to him, that's what catches his attention. They don't speak, they analyze each other. They're engrossed into a display of euphoria, why so soon? They're strangers, one of then could very well be a kidnapper. They got a sense from each other, I couldn't tell you what it was, so don't ask me. I'm telling this story to you, I can't experience these emotions either. The world felt almost as if it wasn't there, it was just them. If this wasn't a book, there would be fireworks. This was the start of the extravaganza.

You see, why am I telling you this story, you may ask.

Well what really enhances this story is quite simple, they never spoke.

They fell in love with one another, but never spoke to each other. After that day he has done the same thing every day. Days and days on end, it would be the same events. They never got bored of each other, they enjoyed the company.

They didn't have to speak, they didn't have to do anything really. They were happy with each other in all senses. This was enough for them.