Ash :
I hear my alarm ringing but I cover my ears to save myself from it. I don't want to move, I feel sick. My head is throbbing and my stomach aches. I curl into a ball and decide whether or not to go for work today. I remember how as I child I used to say that I am sick to avoid school but she used to tickle my stomach and kiss me on my forehead. It's amazing how the smiles sported by people often stand as a contrast of what they feel inside. I sigh deeply and decide against going for work today. Plus it would be nice to avoid that weirdo today. However much I smile around her I still don't like her vibe. I cover myself in my superheroes print blanket and go back to sleep.
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Chen :
It's already 11 and my wonderful shop neighbour hasn't turned up. I keep peeking out my glass door to find the familiar face but it never appears. I get bored easily you see, I am always jumping around despite the complications. I already called Kai, she's busy working and I on the other hand have had no customers since the morning. I have to began to live in here since I gave up my house to get some money to start up this business and medicine costs money too. I take a deep breath and in order to kill time I began rearranging the flowers, first in color coordination and then according to size. After thirty minutes of doing odd stuff I decide to sneak into Ash's tattoo parlour. Through the hole. I judge the hole, it must be of about 36-40 cm but I easily fit in. I stand at a distance from the hole and take a deep breath before plunging in. I land on the wooden floor of Ash's parlour. It's darker than usual in here because of the lack of light, as the windows are closed. Plus the lights are off. I search for the switches but instead open the curtains. The place looks so dusty, dark and basically the home of the devil. I cough as the curtains give off a lot of dust. "Let's see," I say , searching for something interesting. And then I know what I should do, I should give this place a makeover. "Well I can always do him a favor"
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Next day
Ash :
I grumpily drag myself to work the next day. I slept all day yesterday. I had a fever it turns out. It was nice I guess to take a break after so long. I haven't stayed back home since ages. I look at the colourful flower shop and I see her silhouette on the floor. A sigh leaves my mouth and I walk over to my store. As soon as I open the door I am left in shock. What the fuck. I see flowers hanging from various places, the dark chairs have bits of pink cloth lined on them. I almost gag at the sight. "Pink is a color to be loved, pink makes you feel happy, secure and warm whereas black, black makes you feel cold. Ash please", I recall what my ex had said and the pain in my head increases with every breath. Who did this? I drop my bag on the floor and began removing everything. I hate it. I hate being surrounded by things which give a happy vibe. I am angry, I throw them on the floor. "Do you like- woah aggressive much? It took me hours to put them up!" I hear the same fucking dumb voice. Obviously she did this. I am at rage. I throw the last bits of pink on the floor and turn to face her, "who the fuck do you think you are?" My yelling causes her smile to fall, her green eyes dull a bit and I don't feel bad, she deserves it. Ever since she came here it's been hectic to come for work too. She's at loss of words as I go on to say, "Who the fucking hell do you think you are? You think life's so pretty, huh? Pink roses, drapes and bullshit. Not a minute have I seen you act you know, calm? Do you even know what that means? Act as if you are in a fantasy land in your own fucking store, don't mess with mine". She doesn't say anything as she goes back into her store. I need to fix that hole before she does more of her interference.
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As my anger cools I realised how cruel I was. I screamed at a person for being happy. I screamed because I find pink disgusting, I find joy disgusting? I think what would have been my reaction to the décor if I liked pink, It would obviously have been positive, positive than this. It's technically not her fault I don't like pink and she probably wanted to redecorate because of the darkness in here. But then again it's not like she was not at fault, she definitely was. She intruded. But she probably had no bad intentions. I feel guilty, my heart kind of sinks. I decide to apologise for being ruthless even if I feel she wouldn't even talk to me. I take a deep breath as I head to her store, I enter slowly and I immediately see her blonde self. She looks at me with those now dull green eyes, "Ash?"
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Flower Blossoms
RomantikThey were polar opposites, one was a florist and the other, a tattoo artist. He was the grey clouds and she was the clear blue sky. He despised her happiness because he couldn't have that much of it. She cared for him. And then its too late for them...
