Flower Messenger

Chapter 2.

Chapter 2.

Never, since I was a little girl, did I believe in fate. The grieve I have seen others and I myself suffer through would give me an answer to not believe this magical feeling.

But looking back I did not know that in a way our lives are tied with strings to where we should go, what we should fail and succeed, and who we should meet.

I look up bewondered and confused when I see a pair of hazelnut green eyes.
I quickly tried to stand up and retain my balanced again wincing at the sharp pain in my ankle.

"Miss are you okay? " I heard a calm, worried voice behind me.

"Yes, sorry about that," I reply.

"Don't say sorry, I should have fixed that earlier. If you don't mind let's get that fixed up, it must hurt. This way. Let me help you, " he replies after I agreeing, guiding me to the workroom. It all happens so quick I'm still disoriented and just follow along.

"Oh no I'm fine thank you, but I would like to clean it up. It looks kinda bad," I say laughing it off. I didn't realize what I just said just blurting out words. I stand still for a second gathering my thoughts and I finally look up and have a clear vision. Only then I understand what just happened and I notice the boy's familiarity. All troubles seen to blow away and I secretly smile at his sight and his warming presence.

He leads me to the shop's workroom, offering me to sit on the counter so he can clean and bandage my wound (that's on the lateral side of my ankle) and I graciously accept. He cleans up the counter, putting flowers aside to make room for a clean spot for me to sit on.

I slowly leap up onto the cold counter and pull down my sock carefully past my wound. I see a cut deeper than I had expected, oops! Then, I look up again at the boy and notice he hasn't made sufficient eye contact back at me or maybe he forgot who I was, I wonder, it was like four years ago to him... The elderly man who previously greeted me at the counter comes into the workroom to assist.

"Oh, darling what happened?" he states looking unpleasantly, but kinda guilty at my wound.

"She got stuck on nail and tripped. I should've noticed it and warned you earlier. I'm so sorry it happened," he talks to the man and then faces back to tend my wound.

I look up, "It's fine. I was too distracted and mesmerized by the flowers, it was my fault."
The boy starts cleaning my wound, warning me before he cleans it with water and put antibiotics on it. At first, it stings but I don't really react to it.

Over the years you could say I have become more immune to pain because of numerous time I have been clumsy falling due to my lost train of thought or just being clumsy. The elderly man goes to fetch bandaging.

Then, I abruptly ask, "Aren't you Ken? " He finally looks up from my wound.

"Yes? Oh hi, it's Sophie right? Sorry I didn't notice you earlier, I don't have my contacts in so it's a little hard to see."

"Oh, that's fine and yes, I am," I laugh off, "how's life treating you? It's been awhile since we last saw each other." I'm relieved to see him but old emotions flood back. Not many emotions, just familiar emotions.

"Fine. I'm in my fourth year studying medicine at the University of Ossen and really I'm liking it."

"Wow, that's funny. I'm studying medicine too but at Meids University," I reply. I knew he was going to Ossen because I saw it in the school newspaper just before he graduated the same secondary school we both went too. It's not necessarily that I fixated on this fact it's just I remember such details well, especially if I know people personally. Although that I actually didn't know he was studying medicine too but someone I always never because although he's personally is quiet, like I am, he's kind soul could been seen from his little to big actions.

"I guess you were always like that."