Just to Clarify: The weeks that went by we're consumed with plotting ways in which Beaumont could talk to her, now that she had found a home in his small community and was actually staying. Beaumont wasn't a lover but when he met her, not a word spoke between one another, but he knew for a fact that he liked her instantly.
He doesn't know how to take this feeling, his heart is not easily captured. He's had girls swooning over him and he enjoyed it but this girl. He feels too consumed that he feels he would drown in this eternal beauty of a woman.
He's usually disinterested in small talk, disillusioned with love - even if he does read romance, he finds it to unrealistic. He's to focus on living in the moment, wanting to focus on dreams and aspirations to lend anybody his attention for long.
His mind is taking over him, his heart along as well. He doesn't know whether to despise or like this feeling. He never once felt like this, he doesn't do the feelings, not since his mother died. It's too much pain to lose the one you love, you can't be able to love someone and then one day losing them.
He knows it's life but he doesn't understand how a person could go on with their life without their other half. It's like he loves his mother more than his own father who was married to her for twenty four years. He can't possible imagine losing that sort of love and moving on.
Which is why, he feels like he can't fall in love with this woman. He feels that if he does, he'll drown bad. Although that doesn't stop him from wandering down his small town, his heart in his hands to hand it to her. But he's, however conflicted that if he finally builds this courage to ask her on a date.
What happens then?
He can't imagine the possibilities of what could happen, would she even say yes? He can't over think this, he's an over-thinker so if he does, he'll end up walking the other way. He was initially walking uptown to we're her house lays on the outskirts, surrounding other lovely homes.
He stopped in his tracks, losing his train of thoughts when he saw a flowery dress with multi-coloured patterns ahead of him. He sub-consciously fixes his jacket, his hand shooting up to loosen the collar of the dress shirt around his neck.
He chews the inside of his cheek with anticipation, is this the moment he does it? He threads his fingertips through his hair, debating his decision before saying a quiet 'fuck it.' He walks a few paces before stopping at a flower shop, he scans through the variety of different colours.
He's read some flower books, which he knows the meanings of each. He picks the one that's usually overrated but in his heart, a simple red rose is perfect. The most classic of them all, a red rose is a perfect choice for a significant other that Beaumont has chosen.
He picks the single red rose from its pit, a stunning shade of crimson red that is most popular for being known as passion. It's the rose of romance and deep feelings, but can also relay desire, beauty, victory, harmony, joy, luck, pride, martyrdom, although that is according to McCord Jones.
He clutches the rose to his chest, ignoring the sting he got when he pricked himself with the thorn. He glances to his right to see her walk into the diner, but he is quick to take out his pocket knife and flip it open. He holds the rose out, and carefully carved out the several thorns still attached to the rose.
He pricks himself once, his thumb instantly going to his mouth to conceal the blood flow before he walks across the busy street. His heart pounds in his ears, nerves building up inside of him as he casually fixes his appearance to look more approachable. His dress shoes pad against the gravel ground, tensing his jaw while holding his ego high above his head.
Although, his jittering stops all at once when he finally stands outside the diners window. He clicks his tongue when he sees a male, dressed in rich clothing and charming smile on his face when he walked over towards Evelyn at a quiet booth and gave her a peak on the cheek.
It was at that moment that Beaumont knew that he wasn't the only one seeking her attention. This would have to take some more time, he said to himself. He fixes his jacket, as siren wails in the distance, and the wind feels like it picks up more harsher as if it was mourning or even mocking Beaumonts love life.
He pitches his brows together, a solemn sigh slipping past his lips as he stares at her one last time before throwing the red rose into the nearest bin on the sidewalk. His back was to the window that he didn't notice the young girl staring after him, a small frown nestled on her face.
Beaumont held too much hope, he shouldn't be so narcissistically stupid to think another would want her attention. Of course, the fellow males in his community would want her, she looked like an ethereal angel with that divine smile on her archangelic face.
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Romance"Promise me this is forever." She whispered softly. "I promise, my darling Evelyn."
