All Autumn has ever wanted in this life was two things; to love and to be loved. Of course, there were her parents who's tried showing the ropes, but every parent knows a child must learn some things on their own. Follow Autumn as she figures out th...
"Is she okay?"I ask Aiden. He nods, watching Allison's chest move up and down rhythmically. He glared at the movement of her chest, filling me with confusion. "Do you wanna talk about it?" He focuses his glare on me for just a moment before looking back to Allison. When he shakes his head, I know something's wrong. I don't bother him about it though. Instead, I kiss his forehead and leave the room.
Leaving the medical wing, I decide to go get some flowers from the greenhouse Bella created. She'd probably be pissed if she knew. Something about murdering the flowers before they could even live. Blah, blah, blah.
It's not a very long walk from the hospital to the greenhouse. Bella wanted the patients to see the flowers and be filled with hope. She is really good with people. It's her best trait. I'm thinking, she'll be a psychologist when she grows up. She has all the traits. I walk up to the sign in desk and do as the name says. Then I enter through the revolving door.
I'm instantly filled with intense calmness. It's a spell on the greenhouse. The spell feels your emotions and if they're negative, the spell makes it the opposite and positive. Say for instance you were feeling unsafe or insecure, it'll give you the opposite or make you feel safe and secure. It's a safe place really.
All around are rows of flowers and plants. Bella likes to plant vegetables too. I don't know where she has the time for all this. It's bright in here, like the greenhouse has its own sun. There are benches in between the rows. The benches are white and elegant. They have thermal black cushions. The greenhouse is large.
I began to pick roses, the white ones because they stood for purity. I'll need the innocence it brought for when I tell Andrew the truth. I've looked up what the colour and number of roses meant. Fifteen roses means I'm sorry and please forgive me. So that's what I'm bringing him. After the second rose, I heard a whooshing behind me. I picked another before turning around. Bella stood before me in anger. She wore a navy blue dress with a bunch of accessories. (Minus the glasses.)
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"What did I tell you about my flowers?"She asks as she snatches all three roses from my hand. Oh, how I love to irk her.
"I'm sorry, but I need them for Andrew."I tell her. My tone is filled with mock sympathy (for her flowers) and she knows it (is mockery).
"I've lived in the same room as you for fifteen years, I know when you're mocking me."She says rolling her eyes. Her arms are folded across her chest before her mouth is opened for her next sentence. "Now, what do you need to be sorry for?" She asks sitting down at the bench. I sigh sitting beside her.
"It's bout time I tell you the truth, rather you'd hear it from me first. I told you already though."I say. I give another sigh. "How do I phrase this?"
