He looked up to meet his favourite pair of onyx eyes. Melancholic, painful yet so beautiful. A perfect night sky for his moon. Like his blue eyes were to her sun...
So perfect. It was all so perfect...
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Maybe it was for the best for some of the words to be left ...... unsaid.
Song: Tom Odell- Another Love
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The spring arrived,
And so- the flowers bloomed.
Flowers of different kinds and shapes- blossoming into their real shades ; blue, yellow, white,pink,purple,orange,lavender and all the hues in between.
But still, when he ran his eyes through all the newest assortment of fresh spring flowers in the small heavenly abode in front him , he chose what he always did.
A simple red rose.
The familiar shopkeeper gave him-not a smile but a knowing smirk- wiggling his eyebrows in a teasing manner as he saw his blue eyed customer blush when he took that single red rose to the counter. Those boys knew each other all too well. They both were almost 13.
"Won't you buy a bouquet to hide that red rose, eh?" Inojin, interjected.
The blonde customer thought it was better to keep his mouth shut. He kept some coins on the counter.
" Too desperate to even hide it, isn't?" Inojin wrapped the delicate rose etiquettely in a shiny fluorescent wrap. The smirk never left his lips. " Tell her this time- or don't- because it's already written all over your face" He gave the single red rose, now properly wrapped in a presentable manner. " But on a serious note, tell her - I say. Don't leave anything unsaid, or you will regret it later, Mama says. And yeah, take your money- this rose is on the house"
******* "SARADA!"
He would have shouted-
if it were some other day.
That day seemed to be any other day- a normal Wednesday to loathe about with friends who weren't on a mission or such; and the place was the same as always - a crowded marketplace.
He could have shouted if it were some other day.
But that day- he still remembered how he just stood there in the midst of the raging crowd; his nervous sighs inaudible among the chatters of the mouths and patters of the striding feet. There were people- thousands in number -or so it felt passing him. But only one reflected in his electric blue eyes.
