I can't help but to stare at the withered lily flower that is sitting on my white side table. It unfailingly brings nostalgia every time I look at it. My mind can't help but to go back to the time when it wasn't wilted; when its white bonny petals bring life to my tiny and sad room. You see, the lily on my side table is the last of its kind. It was a mixture of all the possible colors a lily could have. You may think it looks hideous but believe me, it is not. It is a mixture of beauty, art, and all the good things you see around you; it is impeccable. Only one person sends me a dandy of a lily. Every week, I would expect a knock on my window. Once I open it, I would always see that person with the lily wrapped around his fingers, and a bright smile on his face. I remember waiting every week for that knock. I remember crossing out the days in my calendar just to keep on track. Then it stopped. The knocking on my window stopped. I stopped receiving those one-of-a-kind lilies. I stopped seeing that bright smile. I could not be more depressed. That dandy lily is the only beautiful thing I have.
I remember the first time I saw that jim-dandy of a lily.
Five years ago, a young lad went up to me and asked where bio 101 is. Since then, he started asking me random questions just so we can talk. He became my confidante and I became his as well. We were inseparable. One evening, I was busy doing our Biology homework when I heard a knock on my window.
"What's up, Beth?" Nate asked.
"I look horrible and messed up, you guess." I answered.
"Guessing you're doing our Biology homework? Well stop it."
"What? Why?"
"You have to come with me, I'll show you something."
"Is it really important? Can't it wait 'til-"
"No it can't wait until tomorrow. Just come, I'll show you something fantastic and awesome- something fantawesome."
"Fine. I'll just go grab my ja-"
He sighed and said "Just go get your damn jacket quickly and come with me."
I did as he say and followed him to their backyard. I wonder what is "so fantastic and awesome" in his backyard that I have to see. He left me for a while to turn on the lights in their backyard. When the lights were turned on, I saw a flower with different colors. I walk towards it to appreciate its beauty.
"See that flower? That is a lily. You know how obsessed I am with flowers and plants, right? So I did an experiement-"
"Pollination?" I cut him off
"Yeah pollination," he continues "because I would like to see what a multicolored lily looks like. After weeks of waiting for the result, here it is."
"It's very beautiful. You did great, Nate."
"Thanks! I know I did. I'm pretty proud of myself, if it's not that obvious."
"Yeah I can see that actually. I must say, this flower is not hideous at all."
"Not hideous? Just that? Come on, you can say better than 'not hideous'."
"Fine, it's fantawesome."
"And I am?"
"A proud-ass jerk" I joked
"Yeah right. I am?"
"le-gen-da-ry"
"Yes! Okay, now you can go back to your house and do your biology shit. Make sure to do it right, I'm gonna check it tomorrow."
"And by 'check', you mean?"
"I'm gonna copy your answers so be sure to write down the right answers."
"I will, if you give me one of those lilies."
"'If you give me one of those lilies' your ass. I'm not just gonna give it to anybody."
"I am so not an 'anybody'"
"You are, Beth." he joked and smiled.
He walked me home afterwards. As I was doing my biology homework, I can't help but to think about the lily. 'To whom will he give those lilies?' I asked myself. 'Well, whoever she is she must be pretty lucky' I added.
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Любовные романыSitting on my side table is a withered lily that holds memories.