ROSE P.O.V
I opened my eyes- gasping for air, I blinked twice, as I relaxed, it was just a dream. My dreams were mostly about Lorenzo and now, this new dream was like a new puzzle for me to solve. Or maybe it's just my thoughts that are messing with me?
I rolled off my quilt to the other side and went to the window, under the sunshine every hue was kissed into brilliance, an art of God to believe, it made me pause willingly and be with it at the moment. The sunshine brought every rose-hue from the bricks, every green nature bestowed, every ton of water and fire from petals evolved over eons. It made me shine too, the warmth around feeling as love within.
This feeling was different as I looked up to nature in front of me, my skin tickles as a butterfly sat on my finger with wings of black and gold, if ever there was magic powder, it was that iridescent glow of the butterfly wings. It casts a spell on my eyes so that my soul is brought into the moment with a fullness. I feel as if my thoughts were more tuned in somehow as if I were a radio that's found a frequency that is both calmer and more intense all at once. That instant of seeing those petal wings brings a serenity that holds me as if in some universal camera flash. The butterfly flaps her wings as my finger moves, it flies back on a flower, I keep smiling like a little girl.
My gaze fell on my study table where Adrien's book was kept, I picked it up and went back to bed, heading to read the book. Today was Sunday so I didn't have anything to do, so reading a novel seemed a really good option to me. And after all, I still had to find the meaning of 'SHMILY'.
I opened the book as sweetly as spring flowers, upon those soft leaves were words for the soul, as I read every page I could feel the characters for it was written so deeply that it spoke of them more clearly than they could; it whispered the words ears lent themselves too gladly, as if from a wise mother. I enjoyed imagining the writer with a magic wand for a pen, that she was some sort of inter-dimensional refuge. Somehow this novel added to the ambiance of each line she brought about as if ideas could be both seed and aromatic flower all at once, a full lifecycle in an eternal instant.
"Ahem," someone cleared his throat and my head quickly snapped upwards to meet the owner, it was Lorenzo.
"Um- what are you doing here?" I asked, maybe my voice was a bit rude but that wasn't my intention, I quickly closed my book and looked back at him skeptically.
"I was passing by, so decided to drop here," he said as he sat beside me on my bed. A wide grin came on his lips as soon as he read the title of the book in my hand, "so cliché".
I couldn't help but bite my inner cheek from laughing, when he took the book from my hand his cold fingers brushed my skin, and it didn't even take a second for the butterflies to gather in my stomach with a bubbly smile on their faces.
"I'll read it for you," he was being nice today, or maybe a gentleman. I couldn't help but accept his offer, "Yeah-".
"They both thought that they had missed out on each other, but neither was aware that they were each other's, true love. He was the most beautiful memory of her youth, and she was the purest, most precious dream of his young self," Lorenzo's honeyed voice echoed in my ears, I listened to him as though he was singing a lullaby.
The book roamed around Isabelle and Alexander who were childhood lovers and Shmily was a gift store which was owned by Alexander as he printed Shmily on every gift, which meant- See how much I love you. The moment these words sunk inside my heart, I didn't know what to feel about it, Adrien was a friend to me and I loved him, but only as a friend. I'm too selfish to lose him, but I don't know, how do I face him?
My head rested on Lorenzo's shoulder as his velvet voice sang lyrics of love, I felt the shuttering of my synapses, the quiet lure into sleepiness, as each limb became heavy and my heart slowed to a peaceful beat, the comfort of Lorenzo's arms called.
This was as similar to the vision I saw while I was dancing…