And I saw sparks

"Are you cold?"

Since the day you could remember, a lack of emotion had been all that you carried until you found yourself lulling over the childish hopes of a silly crush on a boy that seemed all the more ignorant of your existence, the boy who bullied you with his silence.

And even through the worst of the worst, like a rope tied around your neck- that silly crush of yours that had sparked when you were just a little girl evolved into something so much more complex, something that you never ever even learnt to process and manage.

"it feels like theres nothing making me stronger...Because you're not there"

So when you had finally learnt to grow flowers from within the dirt that both he and the world threw onto you. What will he do? What will he do when he finds himself holding a heart blooming with flowers made of your colours?

What will the boy with the golden hair and the crimson eyes do when all that he can do is watch you walk away, watch you grow even without the soil of his presence?

"I like you, I like you so much."