The letter and the Rose
My quiet days were feathers without hurry, moving this way and that in the air, happy to change direction according to the wind. 1 always liked these kinds of days but to make it more wonderful I saw her in every class I attended.
Clara.Her appearance was one of gentle intelligence, as if even her wisdom had a feminine quality. She's my crush. It's been ten years and my love only grew for her. To be honest I never talked with her at all. Staring at her soft smile as she lets her angel like voice to bless my whole existence.
But somewhat, I don't feel that way towards her anymore. It's because of that one letter and the pink rose I get from my locker every single day. An unknown girl writing me everytime. I have always hoped to meet her and ask why she had became an admirer of me while there's a lot of people who are very impressive and I am not even half as pretty.
I'm just a simple guy that wants a quite life.
Though I can never not deny that I get excited when my last class was about to get over.
Whoever, she was. I can't help but praise her for that much of intelligence she contains.
Such a romanticist.
I really get confused a lot. Looking at myself laughing or giggling at the cute little notes she leaves on my locker. Slowly, I can't focus on Clara at all. AllI cared about was the letters and the notes. That's when I realized that ! was actually drifting away from the one I love. If I really loved Clara, How come I suddenly feel like she's not important anymore.
Just after that I started to only watch Clara The letters kept coming. At times, there are three letters at a time. My friends aill got so jealous and some got excited about the so called "admirer" of me. I felt like reading it at times but if I did. I know where it's going to end.
I refrained myself. The roses piled up too. I'm just tired. After a long time there was a note on my locker. "Meet me in Vacdaman Garden at 2:30 am." Is she insane to think I will meet her?
That to at 2:30 am?! Impossible.
It's 2:22 am. I'm already waiting by the Vacdaman Garden. I did say I won't go but I felt so uneasy. My curiosity is a serious concern. "I thought you wouldn't make it." A sweet and a very familiar voice. As I realized it, I froze at the sight of her. "Clara?" My jaw dropped in disbelief. "*giggle* It was such a dream. You finally called out my name." Her hazel brown eyes glowed with cute little blings as she beams.
"Listen. I called you here to tell you something very important to me. Will you help me fix it?"
"Alwa- Always...what is it, Cla- Clara?" Why am I stuttering. How embarrassing...Can't you speak casually Hades? Great. "I love you. I'm sorry." Am I the one who got confessed here?
"Fool. I have always loved you!"