6

~Althea

I stared straight into his deep blue eyes in wonder. They were so clear and pure, with no imperfections or specs in them at all.

Blushing red roses lay on the table in front of me, wrapped in purple coloured cellophane, with a ribbon strung around it. They were wilting already in the heat, dropping down over my fingers as I fondled the petals gently. It was such a nice gesture. They vivid colours clashed with the blue plaid tablecloth and green placemats.

"Thank you, they are beautiful," I sigh, glancing up at Cyrus. He smiles at me, glad I liked his surprise present. I felt a stab of guilt. He was so eager to please me, and I was still grasping to the fact that I could possibly be worthy of him.

We were sitting near the window of a Café, enjoying iced coffees. The quaint place, decorated with floral patterns and eccentric decor, was full with only an elderly couple, and a lone business man who was discussing something casually with someone over the phone. It was seemingly ro