The world fell, imperfectly, perfect.
When Eos and I were around twenty, I realized that if I delayed asking her to marry me, she might break up and go to someone else. Was it selfish of me? Yes, but she said yes, and we were happy till she passed. We had gone from strangers to enemies to friends, to best friends, and then eventually to a couple in this yard under this tree. I wanted to keep the tradition, and make her my wife here. Now obviously, we had our wedding at a field a little while away from here, where their orange tulips go in full bloom. I remember the day like it was yesterday, and as I see Kitsu's face, her features remind me more and more of Eos, and I'm saying everything that happened, and Eos is next to me, hugging me, and giggling her soft giggle as she remembers as well. I was so nervous about making her mine, I had googled marriage proposal ideas. I wanted to do it in this treehouse, to continue what felt like a tradition. Using a 100 meter strip of ribbon, I pinned photos with words, photos of us, and random things that I thought were cute. The ribbon was a beautiful white strip of fabric, with small orange embroidered tulips on it. It had taken me over two months to embroider each flower, but in the end, she followed the ribbon, all the way to a heart filled with stuff we have collected throughout the years, with white buttons spelling out the big words. Eos had looked around the base of this very tree, trying to find me, until she looked up to see me sitting on the doorstep of the treehouse with the ring in my hand. A small plain rose gold band, with a baguette cut spinel, resting in the center. The two colors of her favorite people Seventeen, and in honor of continuing the tradition of using their music to take our relationship to the next level, I click play on my playlist. Seventeen's Sweetest You starts to play softly, and I make my way down, and get down on one knee. Eos has tears in her eyes, and she slowly stares at me for maybe five minutes, before sitting next to me, and asking what she should do. She was so worried about not doing it right, that we ended up sitting under our treehouse, looking at the stars. After putting on the engagement ring, we get lost in each other's lips as the world falls, perfectly imperfect.
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Bloom Again
RomansaWhen Eos falls sick, Matsuho is left to take care of their children and the house on his own. His life feels empty without his favorite flower in his life. Will fate allow him to come to terms with it?
