-Chapter 8-

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"Wow he picked up the pace," I say to myself as I open my twitter feed to Tao's.

The first update after his last one is one of him holding up a red chrysanthemum with a lotus flower and sunflower.

His face is smiley with somehow a dream state look in his eyes like he's thinking of something that's far off... Maybe like the person that he's going to confess to.

I smile as I read the hint, "She's not a fan of flowers, but I know that she loves the stories behind each flower. Like every element of life there is a myth behind a flower's name."

I chuckle as I read his comment, "Dork."

I look at the last update to see him standing in front of my house with flowers in his hand, "Wish me luck."

My doorbell rings and I carefully jump off my bed careful of the photos on my floor and race down the stairs to reach my door before my parents have a chance to exit the kitchen.

Standing there is Tao with his hands behind his back, "So do you have an answer to who I'm going to confess to?"

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