i breathed out shakily.

the cold air was freezing me, and i rubbed my arms with the flowers in my hands. carefully not to ruin the flowers, i took a deep breath as i knocked onto the door.

within seconds, you were standing in front of me dressed in your pajamas and your hair was tied into a messy bun.

you looked cute, and blush was creeping onto my face. my heart was accelerating and i had the urge to just wrap you around my arms.

but i smiled sadly, because i couldn't.

"are you an idiot?!"

this was the first time i heard you screaming and i was appalled. my heart was racing even faster than a cheetah racing.

i looked at you. i finally stared straight into your eyes and i almost got too mesmerised by your beauty.

"maybe i am one," i chuckled.

"cut it out, rafael. why are you so persistent? i have rejected you countless times and a normal persom would just give up because it seemed like i stepped over their ego; but why are you still continuing to do this?"

the answer was simple, but it thought that i shouldn't tell you. because you would know it when the day comes.

so this time, it was my turn to leave.

and it would be the first and last time.

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she received a box of flowers at her doorstep. curious, she held the box carefully, not touching the flowers snd placed it onto the dining table.

there was a card at the side of the box, and she took it out. she read the words on the cover:

you're my spring, summer, autumn and winter.

confused, she flipped the card and read the contents inside.

in case you're wondering,

the flowers are arrenged accordingly to it's seasons. pansy is the one within the left corner of the box, followed by aster beside it, crocus just right below aster, and carnation is just below pansy.

i don't know if you ever know about this, but each type of flower that i have given to you has it's on own meanings.

pick up the small cards from each flowers.

she proceeded to do so, but still with a slight confusion. she didn't understand who sent this, and how did that person managed to find her address.

nevertheless, she picked up the first card from the pansies:

i hope you will remember me.

second card from the asters:

i will wait for you.

third card from the crocuses:

i will be your guiding light.

and the last card from the carnations:

our love can not be shared.

that was when realisation hit her like a truck, and she shedded regretful tears.

that one person who would always give her flowers, no matter how many times he wasn't accepted.

"rafael," her whisper came out as an echo which broke the silence of the surroundings.

all the memories started to flash across her mind, as her tears kept on falling.

"the reason why i didn't accept your flowers, wasn't because i was cruel, or wasn't because i was selfish. but it was because," her sobs were loud to be hear within the whole house. the freezing weather outside didn't help. it just reminded her of how cold she was, without the warmth of his presence.

maybe, if she had told him the truth, he wouldn't needed to be taken away by the angels. the world just didn't deserve someone like him.

he, however, deserved the whole world.

"if i touch the flowers, they would wither, just like how you did."

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i'm a big fan of sad endings!

in case you guys don't understand the story;

the girl so called has 'hands of the devil'. if she touches a flower, the flower would wilt. so she would rather reject rafael flatly rather than keeping a beautiful flower that will sooner or later wither because of her.

and as for rafael, yes he passed away. he told someone to send the box to the girl a few years later because he knows the girl would reject if he mails it on the day he dies, which was the day where he 'left' the girl first.

not sure if this story is making sense, but thank you so much for reading this story!

i will publish a new book on wednesday (18th of July).

i love all of you! 🖤