The tale of the life of a rose through the eyes of a daisy.

The Boy with Spring eyes

     The next morning Zephirine showered and dressed before going to the common room and finishing getting ready with her two friends. Her long pink tulle dress made her look like a princess from another world, she had embroidered flowers along her waist, the long sleeves added a certain elegance. She matched it with white heeled shoes closed with a buckle. When she entered the common room under the admiring gaze of her two friends Zephirine felt at the center of attention for the first time.
-Wow... You are divinely beautiful Zephy . S'exclaims Agatha stunned.
-THANKS. Replied the elegant teenager, joining them in front of the large mirror. Zephirine sat on the ground beside her friend before turning her head over her left shoulder towards Florette who was doing Agatha's hair. She met her gaze.
- Do you want me to tie your hair?
- No, that won't be necessary today. The beautiful blonde grabbed the kit containing the powders and glitter belonging to Florette then turned around and began to do her makeup. For the first time in a long time, she felt free to do as she pleased. She didn't have this constant presence above her telling her how to behave. Zephirine was finally free. The two young residents of the Rose pavilion who were next to her seemed worried. However, neither of them spoke, they continued to get ready, laughing as if nothing had happened and a few minutes later all three of them crossed the threshold of the door again.

     They walked down the stairs towards their classroom. Zephirine felt surprised looks falling on her. She heard the whispers grazing the walls following her passage. Her steps were light, her dress swayed, the young girl seemed not to touch the ground. Her long, wheat-colored hair flowed delicately behind her. And she didn't pay attention to anyone on her way, she just kept her gaze fixed into the distance in front of her. The young girl slipped between the people in front of her and entered the classroom followed by her two friends. She greeted her teacher before going to her place at the back of the room. The seats around her quickly filled up until only one remained. Zephirine discreetly glanced at the empty seat to her left. Her heart sank as she thought about how some things didn't change. The young teenager expected to see her friend walk through the door with a big, charming smile, a quick apology and a few laughs. But instead of a gorgeous brunette of short stature, a tall, clumsy blond appeared at the entrance. Zephirine calmly regained her senses. The young man quickly rushed to his seat, he grabbed his chair and pulled it roughly causing a resounding noise. Laughter erupted around him, yet he paid little attention to it and sat down under the reproachful gaze of his teacher who was just starting his lesson on numbers. Unlike her, her office neighbor was not interested in simple calculations or verbs in foreign languages. Instead of carrying out the dozens of exercises given, he spent hours scribbling on the blank pages of his notebooks. Zephirine from time to time found herself observing the black and white drawings made by the clumsy boy. She tilted her head to the side, smiling gently as she saw little by little on this white page two eyes, a nose, lips and a lock of hair forming all around this face with its sad look.
-It's beautiful. She whispered to her classmate.
It was without looking away from his work that the young man answered her.
-THANKS.
Zephirine moved even closer to the artist, whispering.
-How unhappy she looks, poor child. Where did you find a girl with such shifty eyes?
He gently lifted the pencil from its sheet before raising his large blue eyes towards those of the young girl.
-You. He replied softly.
-Me? replied the confused young girl.
-Yes, you. He said before leaning back over the portrait.
Zephirine, contemplated the fine features of her face on the paper, felt a painful ball forming inside her when she met her own gaze. The studious blonde looked away, hiding her tears. She couldn't forget the expressions the young artist had given her. But she decided to concentrate on her exercises and ignore him and his portraits.

     The bell rang at the end of the lessons and Zephirine, despite her desire to ignore the portrait of her, followed the young man to ask him other questions. She crossed the long corridor, the gardens, then finally stopped under a tree with green foliage. He opened his notebook with its dark cover and silently began his art. Shyly, the curious child approached the young man, she sat discreetly a few meters from him. She did not dare to move or speak yet she did not get up, she traced the features of his face in her mind while analyzing each of his movements. A delicate cool breeze lifted her short locks of hair which fell in front of her eyes, revealing two large blue eyes, the softest she had ever seen. They were glued to the black and white girl's face. Zephirine felt her heart speed up at the sight of the magnificent picture that stood before her. She felt her gaze plunge into that of the young artist who slowly raised his head. Without being able to explain why, she felt something beautiful happening between them. Something worthy of a fairy tale. The sun seemed to illuminate with its important spark the young man with golden hair who was sitting where the only green grass was around. The flowers one by one began to bloom into a rainbow of color. The leaves of the trees moved to the rhythm of the breeze of wind. Suddenly it disappeared, it took with it the flowers, the grass and the sun. everything became gray again. Then she got up quickly, looked away, and ran to lock herself in her room.

     The very moment she closed her door she let herself slide along the trembling wooden door, remembering this unknown emotion which she had just encountered so violently.