The Star The Sunflower Faced

chapter ten

perfect

it could, and would never exist.

One, two, three, four days.

And Dean has not spoken a word to me.

I mean, I get that I was being stupid, but it was getting almost ludicrous! Could he not let go of it that much that he didn't talk to me for five days?

I brush the thought off. If he was going to be stubborn, then I would be too. It was childish, immature and petty but... Selfishness is in the soul of every human. Besides, he was the one who started it!

Steam brushes hovers over the crack of my lips as I took the last sip and turned to the final page. It was sad for me, to see this all go. It feels like as I close the book, I wouldn't have any more future objectives. Like the hindmost step of life's milestones.

Eyes intensely trail reading footsteps over each letter as I scan the last sentence.

"And that was when he knew, he love her for her being herself and whole."

I closed the whole collection of papers and exhale as I roll over the wrinkles of my bedsheets to face the circling ceiling fan.

What now?

Thinking of Gray occupied my boredom as I stared at the white camera across my room. I turn over and cuddle into my blankets as I dream of him awake. I was curious. What was he doing? Did he eat yet? Is he sleeping? Is he up?

I gaze at the novel once more. Was he interested in books? We had a book assignment in Mr. Yang's class of a short love story and he didn't seem bothered. Not even in the speck of a dew.

Maybe I could hand it to him, a bonus of romance...

The idea ushered to my spine upwards.

Asther | Hey, do you have some time?

Gray | I'm somewhere right now but i don't mind you tagging along :)

A creaking sound leaked in between my mouth as I turned over with my teeth digging into the cushion of my lips in a giddy, almost expectant feeling. It was the effect his words had on me.

Asther | Are you sure?

Gray | Yep :)

Asther | Oh, sweet!

Gray | I'm in the flower shop around the street. See you there.

My fingers tapped to write the words "You will.", but I immediately deleted it. I mean, He really will see me but I kind of felt a little cheeky. Is that weird? Could the grin on my face answer?

I threw on a quick white sweater and jeans, not forgetting to apply some lip tint and slung a strap of my bag over the nook of my shoulder and stomped my way downstairs.

"Where are you going?" Dad asked once I slipped in my flats. He was sitting at the coffee table next to Dean who I knew didn't have impression in his expression. "It's Saturday morning, you usually sleep in." He mocked, trailing with a hearty chuckle.

"Just going to run my own errand. Bye!" I waved, not giving a single goodbye to my brother as I pushed the door open. Actually, it was more than an errand to me. It was just my words that made it sound like right and rite were the same thing.

I arrived at the florist, where there were vines and pots that resembled loose swings in parks wrapped with strings of colorful flowers. Had it remind me of the magical meadow a few weeks ago? Not certainly. It missed one element.