The Blue Of The Flowers

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There are times when time passes very slowly. In war, for example, the days seemed endless, probably due to lack of sleep and food. There were occasions when I lost track of time. I remember once when the soldiers from South Island wanted to have a small Christmas celebration, and in my disbelief, I claimed that we were still in September, and you, so I wouldn't continue to embarrass myself, made me realize that we were indeed at the end of December. Similarly, there are times when time goes extremely fast, like at that moment. It had been five months since we returned from the war and I was still stuck in the train cabin. You in front of me, when you kissed me, when you showed me that you felt the same way about me. From there, I wished that day would come. I wished so badly to be able to formalize our something.

I descended the steps of my house somewhat detached from reality. Upon entering the dining room, I saw my mother sweeping while my father read his newspaper. I approached and then sat down. I had my breakfast in silence, nothing could be heard except for the broom sweeping the floor. From the corner of my eye, I could see how my father looked at me from time to time, judgmental and serious. But clearly, the immature one was me. Having dyed my hair had happened months ago, but it was clear that it wasn't an idea that pleased him much. The day after dyeing it, my parents noticed; it would have been impossible to hide it any longer. My mother got angry but not as much as my father. If it weren't for him being sick, I would have possibly ended up with a black eye. In his moment of anger, he didn't listen to anyone. I was already an adult, with a university degree and a job, what permission did I need to dye it? After finishing eating, I went back up to my room to change, and like every time I did something important, I put on the red scarf you gave me. With nothing else to do, I went out to look for you.

On the way to your house, I was going over what I would say to you. Should I talk or first invite you out? What was I going to tell you? How would I do it? I preferred just arriving and letting my heart express what it felt. Before arriving, I grabbed a few pale blue flowers, the ones I gave you at the fair, thinking they would be a nice touch. Right at the door, I took a last breath before knocking. A few seconds passed until you opened it.

-Hello Shadow, do you want to come in?- Like when you stare at the sea merging with the horizon, totally hypnotized and wanting to enter, that's how I felt at that moment and you probably noticed it. -Well, thank you. Oh right, these are for you Sonic.- I gave you the small bouquet before entering and you placed it in a vase. -Well, what brings you here? And by the way, could you tell me what these flowers and the scarf are for?- No matter how much time I spent with you, you always managed to make me nervous. I sat on the couch and asked you to do the same. With each passing second, my nerves increased and the way you looked at me; totally confused, only worsened my anxiety. I took a deep breath and let my heart speak instead of my mind. -Look Sonic, from the first time we met, you sparked something strange in me, at first I didn't want to accept it but it persisted anyway. Your smile lightened the weight of the demands in war, you made me feel loved and also inspired thanks to your bravery and perseverance. I want to take care of you, support you and share every moment of joy and pain by your side. I can't contain this feeling anymore, that's why Sonic, with all the sincerity and love I have for you, I ask you to be my boyfriend.- After finishing, I couldn't bear the embarrassment; I felt my cheeks turn pink and on your part you just remained silent which started to make me anxious. The time we spent in silence felt eternal to me; I was on edge waiting for your response and when I least thought you would say something, you did.

-I thought you would never ask me, I was about to do it myself.- I didn't want to seem like an idiot but I was truly confused. Did you accept it or not? My confused expression was obviously evident after what you said continuously.

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