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Our love was like that of a white carnation.
Pure and innocent, like your captivating, white smile, and that rosy, pink summer dress you wore in the fields of Amsterdam.
So simple yet so full of wonder and sensation, within our evenings of cherry wine and cheese, beneath the dim moonlight beside paddocks of swaying wheat and rushes of tulips.
Our carnations were now painted red, just like the Amaryllises sitting beside our bedside table, and our love grew stronger and bolder than before.
The thorns entangling themselves upon us only got stronger as well, but we fought through all of the blood and tears, trapping us in cages of dead leaves.
Or we thought we did.
The problem with our love was everything that was hidden under the soft soil, defeating all our roots, hugging the dirt.
Our red carnations faded to a soft yellow, taking away the light in our youth.
Everything we ever had, had gone away, along with the crisp air of an autumn day.
And all that was left for us was disappointment, rejection, and disdain.
I wish we were stronger.
But it's too late now, isn't it?
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I watered the flowers inside the store, with Hoseok watering the bouquets outside.
It was a nice day today, with the sun shining beyond a display of cotton-candy clouds and a clear blue sky.
Everything seemed perfectly normal, like every worry was now hidden in the sky, in its cascade of blue and white.
I smiled to myself, knowing that when the day ended, so did my feeling of nervousness and dread.
"What's next on our agenda, Daisy?" Hoseok opened the door with the bells jingling above him.
He held a green watering can, and grinned beneath his beads of sweat.
"Is it hot outside?" I asked, grabbing the watering can from his hands.
His fingers traced my skin as I held onto the handle.
My heart thumped at a quick pace.
"Ah, it's alright outside. It's this jumper that's making me sweat."
"Right," I mumbled. "Maybe take it off instead of dying from heat?"
He threw his head back in a small smile, before shaking his head in refusal.
"I'll do okay, Hwayoung."
But that's what we all say under our rays of happiness.
That's what we all say to hide everything locked in our cage of thorns.
"We have a delivery to make. Remember Mrs. Shin?"
Hoseok's eyes lit up in excitement, like hearing Mrs. Shin's name was all he needed to hear to smile for a day.
"It's been a while since we've delivered flowers to her. Is she doing okay?"
"I hope she is," I grab a basket full of purple lavenders and pink peonies that I had prepared the morning before.
"We should get going. We don't want her thinking that we forgot about her."
Hoseok grabbed the basket of flowers from me, while walking toward the business car.
"Why would we ever forget about her?" He asked loudly.
