Walking through the street I saw a girl looking at the stars wretchedly, mournful by herself. She brushed her hair behind her ear and looked at me with a tint of smile. Her bemoaned eyes looked the brightest in the dark night. I couldn’t stop being happy. She was the daughter of an elite class. She led a luxurious life. But that didn’t give her happiness.312Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk5YJ1vXObf
After that night she frequently came to my store. I could never find out the reason for her buying flowers every day. It was like her hobby to exhibit her collection of flowers.
But then I got to know the reason…
That day she entered my store, not to buy flowers but to invite me to her home. As I reached, I saw an exceptionally huge bungalow, as I expected. I entered the room but it was dark even in that sunny weather outside. Then suddenly I felt a pull. My eyes were covered and I was carried to another room. As my eyes were opened I felt the growing heat running through my body. The time seemed to stop, I was stunned to see the room. It was decorated with the flowers brought by her all those days. She was standing in my front holding my hands on her cheeks. It was warm and soft. Her racing heartbeats could be felt through my nerves. The growing silence condensed the distance between us and soon I felt a warm touch on my lips. She confessed her love, the feeling which made her find out the true meaning of her life, happiness which emerged her existence and blossomed my life with bliss. We looked and shied, fingers enlocked, we smiled. We laid and felt the stars, the day, which became the best present of my birthday. 312Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnwdyE9y3gx
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