Hosie~ One Shots

The Language Of Flowers

In the bustling heart of New Orleans, where the air was alive with jazz and magic, Josie Saltzman's life took an unexpected turn. It all started with the arrival of a simple bouquet.

Josie was sitting at her desk in the cozy corner of her apartment when she heard a soft knock on the door. Opening it, she found a beautiful bouquet of roses, their deep red petals glistening with dew. There was no card, no note—just the flowers.

She brought them inside, admiring their beauty. The roses were lovely, but it was the lack of a sender that intrigued her. As she arranged them in a vase, she noticed a small, delicate note attached to the stem of one rose, written in elegant script:

"For a heart that's always bright."

"Who could this be from?" she mused aloud, the mystery of the bouquet captivating her.

Over the next few weeks, Josie continued to receive flowers. The second bouquet was a vibrant mix of sunflowers and daisies, accompanied by a note that said:

"For the joy you bring into the world."

Josie placed the flowers on her kitchen table, their brightness lifting her spirits. Each bouquet seemed to be a piece of a puzzle she needed to solve. She began researching the meanings of different flowers and their symbols.

The third bouquet was a collection of bluebells and irises, with a card reading:

"For the grace and beauty you carry."

Josie was starting to recognize a pattern. Each bouquet had a hidden message, a declaration that was both subtle and profound. The flowers spoke a language that words alone could not convey.

As she delved deeper into the meanings of the flowers, Josie couldn't shake the feeling that these bouquets were more than just anonymous gifts. Her mind kept drifting to Hope Mikaelson, a close friend whose presence always seemed to brighten her day. Could Hope be behind these gestures?

One evening, as Josie was lost in thought over a new bouquet of peonies and lavender—each flower representing a blend of romance and devotion—she decided it was time to confront the person she suspected.

Josie invited Hope over for dinner, wanting to discuss something important. The evening was filled with laughter and stories, but Josie's mind was focused on the bouquets. After dinner, as they relaxed on the couch, Josie took a deep breath.

"Hope," she began softly, "I've been getting these beautiful bouquets lately. Each one has a note with a message that seems to be written just for me."

Hope's eyes widened slightly, her hand fidgeting with her glass. "Really? That sounds lovely."

Josie leaned in, her gaze steady. "I've been trying to decode the messages. They all seem to carry a deeper meaning. And... I think I might know who's behind them."

Hope's cheeks flushed, and she looked down. "Josie, I—"

Josie reached out, placing a gentle hand on Hope's. "Hope, it's you, isn't it? You're the one sending the flowers."

Hope's eyes met Josie's, a mixture of relief and nervousness evident in her expression. "Yes, it's me. I wanted to show you how much you mean to me, but I didn't know how to say it with just words."

Josie's heart swelled with emotion. "The flowers have been beautiful, and the meanings have touched me deeply. I just wasn't sure if they were meant for me or if I was reading too much into them."

Hope moved closer, her hand still in Josie's. "I've been in love with you for a long time, Josie. The flowers were my way of expressing my feelings—of showing you how much I care in a way that's meaningful to me."

Josie's eyes softened, and she smiled through her tears. "I've felt the same way, Hope. I've been waiting for you to tell me. Your flowers have meant more to me than you could ever know."

Hope's face was illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp, her gaze unwavering. "I'm so glad you understand. I wanted to share my feelings with you, and now that you know, I'm relieved and thrilled."

Josie leaned in slowly, her heart racing. "I think it's time we stopped hiding behind gestures and words."

Hope's eyes sparkled with a mixture of hope and affection. "I'd like that."

As their faces drew closer, the world around them seemed to fade away. Their lips met in a gentle, tender kiss, a perfect blend of the affection they had long harbored and the deep connection they now shared. The kiss was soft and filled with unspoken promises, a culmination of the feelings that had been conveyed through flowers and gestures.

When they finally pulled away, both were smiling, their eyes reflecting the warmth of their newfound closeness.