Hosrok Stories

I looked up. My hands froze instantly, the blue petals blurring. He stood there, framed in the harsh afternoon light. Not the boy from my teenage dreams, but a man carved into strength: an Army Captain, spotless uniform, commanding presence. He was everything my life was not. "Excuse me," he said, his voice deeper now, strictly professional. "I require a custom arrangement for an official ceremony. I was told this shop was the best." He scanned my face, my apron, the small, struggling shop-but there was no flicker of recognition. I was still invisible to him. A familiar, desperate ache settled in my chest. I had carried his image for years; he carried no memory of me. I forced myself to breathe, pushing down the painful truth. "Yes, Captain," I replied, my voice dry. I managed a polite, empty smile. "Welcome to The happy garden." My secret love, now standing right in front of me, completely unaware of the years I had spent watching him.

Disclaimer : This story is an adaption of a Chinese drama. I do not own this story, or profit from any part of it.