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Out of all the flowers in the world, you were my little daffodil.
You were a bundle of yellow, star-shaped blooms, scattered across my unadorned fields of emptiness, and ghostly memories.
Everything was always a blur when I was around you, because you made me smile so much, that it hurt my cheeks, and painted my torn petals into renewed washes of seasonal spring hues.
Being happy for you wasn't a chore for me, but a blessing instead.
I could never trade any of your rays of joy for anything else in this world.
Until your bundles of yellow began to defile into the winter air, you were always my one and only.
Even if your large bouquet, turned into a single bud, I kept you with me.
Because I love you.
But I don't really know if I still do.
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The drive to Mrs. Shin's house was quiet.
Unlike the days when we were first partnered together at the flower shop, the silence was comfortable and friendly.
A cold breeze swept through the open passenger's window, brushing Hoseok's hair into a tousled mess.
I couldn't help but smile, watching him steer the vehicle throughout the empty streets, as I tended to the crate of flowers sitting below my seat.
Hoseok stepped on the brakes as the traffic light turned red.
He placed his arm over my shoulder, his hand touching my bare skin softly.
"So I was thinking, that we could hang out tomorrow," He said with a clear voice. "Since we don't have any shifts, I want to take you somewhere. Somewhere special."
The traffic light overhead was still a bright red, and it was the first time where I wanted it to change to a lime-green.
I loved Hoseok, I loved him a lot.
But I don't want to go through this pain again.
Not after what had happened last time.
I looked at him with an anxious expression, regaining my awareness. "Why hang out with me?"
When the light turned green, Hoseok took his arm away from my shoulder, and his warmth faded away.
"Because I feel like hanging out with you." He answered. "As friends, you know?"
"Like the old times?" I asked curiously.
"What do you mean, like the old times?" Hoseok eyed me, with peaked eyebrows.
I paused and held a breath in, realizing what I had just asked.
I wasn't supposed to say that.
My lips were now parched as I shook my head, attempting to laugh my words off.
He looked at me more then he paid attention to the road now, and I struggled to answer.
"Nothing...I was just...thinking about someone else."
Hoseok nodded slowly, before returning his eyes to the road.
Somewhere in his chocolate-brown eyes, he seemed a bit off, like he was disappointed with my answer.
But I couldn't do anything about it.
When we made it to Mrs. Shin's house, Hoseok parked the car in front of her house.
He unbuckled his seatbelt and mumbled to himself, while getting out of the vehicle.
I grabbed the crate of flowers from my seat, and deciphered his muffled words in my head.
