I stood behind the check out desk at the small flower shop I worked at. The shop was tucked in-between two large buildings. Often overlooked by anyone who walked by. But there was something about it that was very calming, the way the sun would pour through the windows in the early morning hours and the smells of all the different flowers in the store. Even though people rarely came in, when they did, they brought a some what peaceful aura.
They job was calming and peaceful, but being there for hours on end got a little boring. To pass some time I took out my phone and looked through my Instagram. After about half an hour I came across a post about a tragic story of a young girl who had passed recently due to an awful car accident.
Just then the bell hanging above the door rang, signaling that someone had just walked in. I looked up to see a young boy, around my age. He had dark brown disheveled hair, covering most of his eyes. His dark clothes made his pale skin stand out and his eyes where glued to the floor.
"Hi! How can I help you?" I asked. He quickly looked up at me almost startled to hear my voice.
"Do you guys have lavender?" He responded. His voice has light and airy, and he seemed a bit shy.
I smiled warmly at the boy "Of course, there in the back right corner." I pointed to the area where the flowers resided and the boy thanked me.
I watched as he boy stood in front of the flowers, his hands in his pockets, just staring at them. Finally he picked up some of the flowers and walked towards me to pay for them.
After he paid he mumbled a small thank you and left.
What a strange boy I thought. I shrugged it off and continued to look through Instagram.
Once my shift ended, I grabbed my keys and drove home. After taking a warm shower and changing into pajamas, I got into bed.
But I couldn't sleep, my thoughts kept wandering back to the strange boy from earlier. And I'd be lying if I said he didn't have good looks. His dark eyes were barley see-able under all of his hair, but when you did see them, you'd get lost in them. They were like the ocean or a vast desert. Finally I drifted of to dream land my mind clouded with thoughts of him.
The next day the same boy walked in.
His eyes stayed on the ground as he made his way to where the lavender was at. He stood in front of me with the flowers clutched in his hands.
"I'm guessing you're a fan of lavender?" I asked smiling at him. He nodded. I frowned at the fact that he didn't even look up at me.
"Ya know, these are some of my favorite flowers, I love how they are so unique, and not one of those flowers you'd see everywhere. I think that's what makes them special."
He nodded again.
"Thank you" he said and left.
Curiosity flurried around me, who was the mysterious young boy, and why was lavender so special?
He came in everyday that week, the same thing would happen, i'd try to talk to him but he would only nod or shake his head, mumbling a thank you before he left.
Everyday he came in I got more curious about who he was.
Today was Saturday and even though I usually didn't work Saturdays, my friend was sick and asked my to take her shift. I also wandered if the boy would come in agian and sure enough he strolled in around the same time he did every other day.
"We're out of lavender today," I spoke up. "But we should be restocked by tomorrow."
"Oh" he said, still making no eye contact.
"But, we have plenty of other beautiful flowers you can look at." I offered.
"No thanks, I'm fine." He said I turned around heading out of the shop.
The next day I didn't have work, but I couldn't help but think if he went in looking for lavender.
I was so curious as to what he was using the lavender for were they for his girlfriend? Most likely, but I hope not.
Monday went by slow, waiting for the boy to come in. I was so used to him coming in, that it was weird when he didn't.
A sigh escaped my lips as I checked the time. Only an hour left until I'll go home and he hasn't come in yet.
About thirty minutes before my shift ended, he walked through the door. It was much later than when he'd usually come in. He looked so much worse than the last time I saw him. I immediately noticed how he was slouched over, and skinny too skinny. His eyes where no longer mysterys, they screamed for help. I couldn't help but to wonder what had happened to make him look so broken.
I wanted to help him, but how do you help someone you barely even know?
He grabbed the lavender off of the shelves and walked towards me.
"You come in here quite often," I started "may I ask you your name?"
"Jungkook" he stated.
"Oh okay, who are the flowers for? Anyone special?" I asked intrigued by the boy standing in front of me.
"My girlfriend, its her favorite flower." he said showing me a slight smile.
My heart crushed, but I knew it was coming. "Well then, she must be lucky." I said giving him a sad smile.
He nodded. I watched him walk out until I couldn't see him out of the windows anymore.
He smiled I thought, well I guess that's progress, his girlfriend must be very special to him.
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Jungkook made his way out of the shop, heading to the place he was all too familiar with.
Once he reached his destination, he knelt down on the ground, tears threatening to fall as he placed the fresh lavender on the ground surrounded by all the dead ones. His hands trembled and his heart ached, just like everyother day since she left.
