𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞
Eternal love.
A love so beautiful which cannot be broken, that remains unchanged between two souls. A love that makes you feel a sense of fulfilment and comfort for those who have the chance to experience it. It's similar to a flame that will never go out.
I wish to experience a love like that. I know its almost impossible but a girl can dream right?
I was leaned against the counter, feeling bored as usual. Working in a flower shop was easy, until there were barely any customers and i would get extremely bored.
It feels like it has been years since I have worked someplace else, I refuse to accept the fact that I am dramatic. I am actually just realistic and mature.
But some customers come in from time to time to buy flowers for their loved ones. Whenever that happens, I would feel a sense of jealousy of some sort.
I wish someone would do that for me.
I have a lot of wishes, one of them being a single, handsome-looking customer to walk in and buy me flowers.
That's all a man can do and I will fall head over heels for them, no matter what they do.
Okay. Well, I guess there is a line.
Cheating? Stealing?
Killing someone?
I wonder how many people I've come across, who have killed someone.
Oh well.
I make my way towards the flowers, carefully arranging them in rainbow order, creating a beautiful display.
This is why I love my job, I love arranging flowers or just organising anything in general.
There are many things I hate as well.
'𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫'
Now that's a line from my favourite movie, '10 things I hate about you'
Kat and Patrick are my roman empire.
I wish to watch that movie for the first time again.
All my thoughts come to a halt when I hear the sound of the door opening, meaning that a customer has entered.
"Welcome to—" I start to say but pause at the sight of this mysterious man wearing a black suit?
Why would a man like that enter a flower shop?
He looked like a towering intimidating man, he had to be at-least 6'1 ft tall. Or even more?
His jet-black hair neatly styled but had a strand hanging loose, a sharp chiseled jawline and dull grey eyes.
Grey eyes, with a touch of pale silver and a smoky charcoal colour. His eyes piercing right through mine, he had a scar going along his eye.
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