"Hello Love." The voice of the pink haired male reached your ears as your eyes were being covered.
You had been in the process of making dinner since your grandma was not around. It wasn't an easy task; you really did not remember if you know how to cook. It was a bit strange....Cooking is something so simple, or at least something that you would remember even if you lost your memory.
Taking a deep breath, you smiled placing your hands on Marluxia's hands to remove them and turn around. "Hey, how have you guys been?" You asked as your eyes looked back to notice Zexion standing not too far away.
Marluxia placed an arm around you and laughed. "We have been doing great, thank you. But how are you darling? Are you getting better?"
You nodded. "Yeah, the wound is almost healed. Though...." Your hand was placed on your chest and frowned. "I don't know what happened, grandma said it was an accident but I don't know....."
The eyes of Zexon trailed to Marluxia and for a moment, they shared a look. "We heard." Zexion commented. "Anyway, it was nice seeing you but I must leave. There are important issues that I must attend to."
"You are not staying? That's too bad. Anyway, see you soon then." You said sadly. Despite not knowing him, you really wanted to get to know them better and maybe regain your lost memories.
Sadly, as it was told, Zexion left leaving only the two of you. The pink haired male smiled as he offered you a rose, one that you have not seen before. Not that you remembered but the roses that are sold are of different colors. His eyes trailed to your eyes and then to the rose, he looked at the rose with a look that you could not decipher.
"I have never seen such a rose, it's so beautiful." With a wide smile you looked at the rose and then back at the male who then stretched his arm that held the item and offered it to you.
He then laughed when the rose was finally held in your palm; he then observed how you brought the rose to smell the sweat fragrance of said rose. "That is because they do not exist."
The explanation made you raise an eyebrow as you pulled away from the rose. "Then where did you get this one?"
That hand that he stretched forward to offer the rose began to move forward and it is placed on your cheek. "I made it, just for you." That exactly did not answer your question. Opening your mouth to ask once again, he interrupted you with yet another question. "Did you know that every flower, every color of a rose has its own meaning?"
Shaking your head, you answered tilting your head rather curious. "Not really."
A soft laugh escaped his lips as his eyes locked on you intently. "They have their own meaning, for instance, red roses. They are given when you want to show love and passion." His hand was pulled back for a moment when he began to explain. A tint of pink adorned your cheeks making him smile, for a moment he thought how different you were acting right now. It was as if you were a whole different person, one very different than the one that he met and one that actually caught his interest.
Turning your head towards the food that was now ready, you pulled the prepared food away from the fire. Now that nothing could take your attention from him, he offered for you to take a seat. "That's understandable, I supposed." Returning to the topic, you answered. It explained why many males offered these roses to the ones they love.
Out of the blue, another flower appeared in his hand, this one being yellow with large and thin pointy leaves. "This is a dandelion flower. This when it is given is when you want to be loved, for the affection to be returned. It means desire, sympathy, faithfulness, happiness and love's oracle. Now" he began as he placed the flower in front of you and then retracted his hand and yet another flower appeared.
