Three petals

foreigner

The sun is out today. It's been awhile since i felt the sunlight beaming down on my face.

"I'm sorry about yesterday, I acted outlandishly I hope you guys can forgive me"

I didn't mean it, but I should I understand why they wouldn't care one petal verses all of their other petals. The last of theirs are barley hanging on. 

My stomach hurts, but this feeling is different. It's guilt, I really do feel bad for how I acted,but I can't bring myself to actually apologize with real sincerity in my voice and show the actual remorse I feel.

I'm scared now, I stand there watching my rose closely, paying the most attention to the one that was hanging on for it's dear life. 

My unfulfilled dreams, wishes and desires that I'm to scared to even give a chance to complete. I inhaled sharply and walked outside. 

I started the the side walk but my destination was uncertain, I feel like I haven't been outside in years. I turned the corner I saw a boy laying in the grass, I couldn't tell if he was sleeping, or of he was.....

 "Hey are you ok?" I said kneeling next to the boy " Bonjour mademoiselle" he said grabbing my hand "you are about as beautiful the sun and your eye sparkle like the moon" I quickly pulled my hand away I rolled my eyes and left. 

"don't go so soon join mademoiselle me on this beautiful sunny day" "umm no thank you" "I always come on to strong" he scoffed laying back down in the grass. I glanced back and noticed the mark on his arm. Without thinking I walked back with no idea of what I was going to say. He noticed me and let out a disappointing sigh "mademoiselle, your back" "I...I uh" "you came because you saw the mark, ils font toujours". 

"I don't-" "no it's fine you won't be here long" I reached put to touch his arm but he pulled away quickly "you can't touch my arm mademoiselle" "b-but why not?" I could hear someone shouting in the distance "I have to go, Belle rencontre madame,adieu" "wait I didn't get your name" "what fun, I'm a mystère" he ran off in the direction of the shouting.

I sat in the grass, not even knowing what to think not even knowing what to say. "Sara, why are you out here?" My dad said walking over to me "uh I was--" still lost.... "come home your mother was worried about you, next time you need to say something to one of us, this behavior is really rare" I nodded and stood up.

I walked beside my dad as we walked home, but I was still dumbfounded, by the boy, or more so that mark on his arm, I hope it's not what I think it is.