Light In My Darkness

25

I gazed at the beauty in front and above me.

The stars twinkling on the twilight sky spilling through the delicate glass dome formed a natural canopy above us.

And, in front of us was a garden spread with a carpet of flowers, it was undefinable beauty combined with vibrant color.

Only then I realized, how humongous this place is, a rather small garden that restaurants usually have.

I fold my arms across my chest inhaling the fragrance of hundreds of fully bloomed flowers.

Even with the sweet smell of all these flowers, I was able to recognize the intoxicating aroma that came from the person who stood next to me.

This is just what I need to stop myself from grieving for my lost love, a feeling of completeness that was given and taken back too soon.

My attention was diverted when Ian walked a few steps ahead before halting.

"You would never stop sneaking around, would you?" He asked, sounding annoyed.

I chuckled, no one can separate Ian from his arrogance, could they?

"Why thank you, Mr. Longwood." I retorted walking towards him.

"This place is so beautiful," I whisper standing next to him.

"Hmm." Was his monotonous reply.

"I wanna have a look around, do you mind accompanying me?" I ask timidly fearing that he might repudiate, he looked at his watch and gives me a nod.

"Excellent!" I chirped.

He starts walking ahead, but I stopped him, "Mr. Longwood?"

"What now, Miss. Ashton?" He twirled his head lazily. I did not respond, instead stepped out of the T-strap shoes.

He glanced at me weirdly with a frown giving a dismissive nod.

His look made me question my action, but I shrugged it off.

We strolled through the numerous pathways that were lit with lanterns like lights and painted with a variety of blooms.

I occasionally caressed my fingers on top they're fragile petals, plucking out a few of them.

Wandering through the garden we reached a section that was sprinkled with scented red Tulips.

"Ah, so here you are my dear tulips, I've been searching you for a while now." I scrunch down bringing my face close to them.

Of all the flowers, Tulips are my favorite ones, they symbolize deep, unconditional love, forgiveness, and happiness.

"Who the hell talks to flowers, Miss. Ashton?" He asked with an arched brow.

"I do," I say rolling my eyes.

An idea popped up immediately, and I plucked the tulip secretly peeking at him.

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

I carefully arranged all the flowers that I collected, making a small bouquet filled with tuscan yellow daffodil, white crocus, and red tulip.

I clamped their stems with a rubber band that I pulled out freeing my hair letting it lose on my shoulders and ruffled them dramatically.

A feeling of satisfaction filled inside me, "So...this is for you," I put forward my little bouquet in front of him.

His eyes wandered between me and then my hand.

"Are you trying to impress me, Miss. Ashton?" He asked lowering his voice huskily.