Heal the Scars Left on the Heart

22: Greenhouse

Rupert

When I turned the switch on, the stars on the ceiling of the greenhouse lit up, illuminating the beds of flowers, as well as (Y/N)'s surprised face. The colors inside were leaf green, crimson, and ivory from all the plants around us.

(Y/N) just stood there in awe, staring at the beautiful scene beyond her with her jaws dropped.

I smiled, more at the fact of how thrilled she had looked rather than the scenery. She was not hiding that expression, not even the slightest.

"Oh my god," she exclaimed. "It's beautiful!"

I walked a step closer next to her, smiling to myself even more.

You are more beautiful than anything here.

"Yeah..." I whispered, still watching her expression.

The artificial starlight kissed her skin, and I dug my fingers in my palms because I couldn't believe she was here with me by my side.

I continued, "I wanted to take you here to return the favor."

"Favor?"

I nodded, scraping my feet around the stone floors nervously.

"Yeah, because you took me to see the dogs with you. I really enjoyed it..." I paused. "Especially because I got to spend time with you."

She turned her head towards my direction, and we finally made eye contact under this dim light.

RA9... how could someone this gorgeous exist?

I sighed deeply and it hitched nervously.

"Thank you," she whispered softly. Her lips curved up faintly, tugging at her rosy cheeks.

She stepped very steadily through the garden, examining every single bed of flowers thoroughly, making sure she hadn't missed anything.

I followed behind her, enjoying her slow pace. As I stood with her in front of me, I kept inhaling in her perfume. She smelled like a mix of her home, that signature lime basil and mandarin scent that lingered on her clothes every time I saw her, and also like English pear and freesias.

I couldn't help but be fascinated with every hop she took happily, enjoying her view.

She suddenly stopped when she reached a small bed of roses, leaning down to breathe in the flowers.

I tilted my head to the side curiously as I watched her and questioned, "do you like roses?"

She nodded, "yeah. They are my favorite."

"Would you like some?"

She shook her head, smiling at me very gently. "That's okay. I think something white and pure suits you better."

"Like the daisies?"

"Like the daisies," she repeated after me but firmly, without the question in her voice like mine.

I glanced down at the red roses, keeping note.

She picked herself back up, fixing her posture with her back straight. Her face beamed with delight as she hummed very quietly to herself, but my sensitive hearing picked up on it well.

I chuckled to myself, amused by this cheerful side of her.

"Here," I spoke up, she turned around with her eyebrows lifted up with curiosity.

"There's a patch of fake grass for visitors to lay on and look at the stars," I chirped as I pointed to the direction.

The patch of grass was big enough for three, but next the fake patch, there were yellow buttercup flowers dancing.