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"What's with white lilies?" Raising a brow, he asks me. Holding the bouquet of white Lily's that have been resting on my lap, now secure on his soft palms.
"It's what I used to get since I was born" a sigh left my mouth, an exasperated one. "Death, I didn't knew death looked beautiful until I found what white lilies symbolises" I watch his jaw locks, he looked beautiful. Very beautiful. And I regretted every single second when I got vulnerable infront of this beautiful man. Even now.
After a while, he talked,
"They symbolises purity. Commitment, and you're beyond that all" he moves to the section where a pile of roses are arranged, colour wise, smell wise then his eyes ran over the short notes under all types of roses. His eyes brighten for a brief moment like he found something he was searching for. But instead of picking one rose he picked up one from each colour
Sorting all of them in his hands he strided over to me, eyes busy with the roses until he stood beside me. "These are you, Aelin. These all represent you." He said and with each word, a kind of thumping started to grow from my heart. Which I never felt before until I met him.
I know what these all roses mean. What each of them mean.
Putting aside the thumping from my heart as if something that I can ignore, which I certainly can't. I smiled and raised a brow at him. My lips curling into a knowing smile
"Park Jimin is this the way you ask me out?"