Monday Kisses

Monday Kisses

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He came every Monday with the same cold stare not spilling a word not even a stare. The only time he ever spoke was to say the name of the flower he liked the most. He demanded the same handful each time, dark red flowers almost like wine with sharp ends and thin sides. Still, I couldn't understand I had so many questions but I didn't dare to speak or call his name. He would leave without any goodbyes with the same cold face but with a twinkle in his eyes, I always noticed it when he looked at the petals of the dark red flowers he bought every week how happy he was but didn't let it show fiscally. How a man be so cold-hearted but still love flowers so much?
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"Give me ten days." He whispered, fighting my reluctance to look into his eyes. "Ten days?" I asked, crossing my arms. Did this guy think that this was a joke? Or a game? "Ten days and I'll give you ten reasons to why you should want to stay alive." He answered, biting his lip. "I don't even know you-" "Deal?" He asked sternly, cutting me off. I shifted and searched through my brain for any reason- any- to why I should refuse. But really, what was there to lose? "Deal." I whispered. I watched as a smile tugged at his lips. "See you tomorrow then."

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