Breed Of Emotions

Smell The Hibiscus

    The man with glasses slowly lifted his hand up to a beautiful flower. A girl of red curly hair, and glowing ice eyes stood next to him.

"The hibiscus flower grows mostly in warm temperate climates, mainly tropical and subtropical areas." As he spoke, his voice sounded scratchy and undesirable in his head.

But her cooling blue eyes stared at him, happiness stretching through her cornea and swirling inside her pupils. Her red hair was glowing near the top, the soft rays of the sun blasting through the window, and shining on her sunburnt curls, exaggerating the shade and radiating red, pink, and orange everywhere.

She smiled, her plumb lips barely opening when she spoke, "Like islands?"

He didn't have anything to respond with, her beauty was much too overwhelming for any words he could conjure up. Instead, he smiled, his brown eyes kissing her with his gaze through the bifocals. He moved his right hand up to the hibiscus petals, and gently rubbed the bottom, letting the smooth texture flow through his veins, starting at his finger, and stretching to his heart.

He stuttered, wanting to keep a conversation going without seeming awkward. With squiggled lips and warm cheeks, he spoke.

"There are over one hundred different types of hibiscus."

She could've done anything, she could've gave him an awkward gaze, she could've sighed and grew bored of him, she could've completely threw him out of her life, there were plenty of better candidates for love. But instead of doing any of this, she smiled, a smile shining brighter than any stars, a smile with a flare comparable to the blazing sun.

"I like them." She whispered, a petite giggle following with a unique smile drawn onto her face.

"I can hear them singing." She whispered after a few moments of silence, her voice penetrating the heated, yet free air.

He looked at her, confused, "I'm sorry Anya? I don't think flowers can-"

She quickly threw her index finger to his lips.

"Shhh."

His whole world slowed down and blurred at her touch. Everything began to glow white, and her curly red hair wafted as she spoke, her eyes iced up, cooling the heat exerted from her hair. She had his full attention.

"You have to listen..."

He did as she recommended, his breathing disappearing from his ear canal, his heartbeat quieting down, and only the sound of the flowers would be allowed in.

"Can you hear them yet?"

The white wore off, and he looked up at the damp, rainy sky from the marshy ground. His cracked glasses slowly rolled down his right ear, the shards slightly exposing his fresh maroon blood. His brown eyes dulled to a point that they could no longer draw a smile for anyone. As he stared up, his back on a bed of hibiscus flowers on the side of the road, he could see the dirty smoke from his demolished vehicle. Attempting to sit up, he feels a crushing pain in his chest and back, and plummets back onto the bed of red flowers with a thud. Crying out in agony, he hears a voice hush his pain.

"Can you?"

And just like that, he heard the soft singing of a thousand gorgeous voices, all singing in beautiful unison. As he smiles, rain begins to drizzle down, and he can see Anya standing next to him in the patch of hibiscus flowers.

"Yes, I can."