Falling Blossom Emotion の小説・ストーリー

Like how my love bloom In the unexpected place In the unexpected time As the sun rose and set Like the sun My love for you glowed bright And if given a chance, it would spread its rays Until eternity Oh, darling, You made me feel red You showered me with love And made me feel yellow But seeing you with another Made me feel blue And sometimes, I find it hard To feel the other hues “I like how you associate the flowers to love and their colors to your feelings,” Jeremy suddenly commented and I almost forgot that he was there.

He doesn’t deserve it after everything. As I clear the coffee table, my eyes fall on the vase. The roses Damien bought me a few days ago. They’re now wilted, dry and brittle. My chest tightens, and I freeze, staring at the dying flowers. Tears blur my vision, and before I can stop it, they spill over, rolling down my cheeks in hot, uncontrollable streams.

She couldn't force the words out. Sensing the suffocating, hostile drop in the room’s temperature, Zoe J. stepped forward with a display of seamless, understanding grace, attempting to deliver a bridge of escape for both Silas and Lulu. "The traditional flower language for three roses represents 'I love you,'" she explained, offering a warm, delicate laugh. "Lulu, these three stems of yours are actually far more precious and rare than this entire massive arrangement of mine. I truly didn't realize Silas could be this deeply romantic."

Red cherry lips , beautiful almond eyes and flawless skin. Lana touched her reflection and warm tears flowed down her cheeks ,she slowly curled herself and sobbed her heart out . The heaven didn't turned its back on her , it gave her one more chance . Sobbing she looked up once again and touched her face , she was crying but at the same time she was crookedly smiling . Ella, are you ready ? Because She ,Lana , was back and she was back for vengeance

I was supposed to plan some grand date and go all out but I thought this would be so much more Ryo's speed. The plum tree is in full bloom, the pink flowers are so bright. Their beauty is breathtaking and I knew she would love it. I love it too. I've seen these flowers so many times and they never inspired this type of emotions in me before. Suddenly I appreciate everything a little bit more. And I can attribute this new found appreciation to the beautiful being next to me. It's like she transferred her love for nature to me. Ryo has become the light and color in my life. Her influence is beautiful.

Brooke shrugged, “I just do. Call it my ‘Nathan signal’. Like a ‘Bat Signal’. Maybe it’s giving me a hint.” Nathan smiled abashedly. “Well, when I see those flowers I feel they represent you perfectly. The rose stands for pure love, the lilies for your sweet nature and the orchids for your beauty and grace with which you handle it. They are a perfect definition of Brooke to me.”

A forceful strike of wind grazed over everything which made a beautifully glowing white iris flower to break down and fell on the ground which caught her attention and Inessa was so drowned into the beauty of that moment, her feets on their own straddled towards that fallen flower , totally forgetting about the Emily's words that, never let yourself to get captivated this garden's beauty as it has been made forbidden by its worshipper , creator and destructor. Inessa stopped in front of that flower and then got on her knees, she picked up the white iris flower and without even her notice, a soft smile crept on her face by watching it shinning so beautifully even in that deadly darkness but

As she crumpled to the ground, the rain continued to pour, a cold and relentless backdrop to her sudden collapse. Steve Pov : As he made his way home, Axel's gaze fell upon a small and cozy flower shop. Memories flooded his mind of how much Emily loved flowers, especially roses. He recalled the time when Emily lived in their quarters, how she used to tenderly care for the flower plants, nurturing them with love and attention. The image of her surrounded by blooming roses brought a bittersweet smile to his lips, a reminder of the beauty and warmth she brought into their home.

She walked to them like instinctive chemotaxis was calling her to them. She walked to them and tried to touch them as she was already feeling so enchanted by them. She stretched her palms and tried to touch one of the most beautiful bosoms of the flower bush. Suddenly, I felt the petals of beautiful cherry blossoms falling down from the sky. I closed my eyes for a moment before looking up at the bright sky. There wasn’t any cherry blossoms tree from which these petals could fall. She was all confused and all in dilemma. She wasn’t getting what exactly was going on?

“I can’t navigate love the way you do. Picking it up when it suits you and dropping it when it doesn’t.” She paused, swallowing the lump rising in her throat. “You can fall for someone today and walk away tomorrow like nothing ever mattered. But me…” Her grip tightened on the umbrella. “…I don’t work that way. Your love is like cherry blossoms. Beautiful when it blooms, dazzling even. But when it falls…” Her voice hardened. “…what remains is just rotting mud.” The words struck harder than the rain ever could. Marcel inhaled sharply, his jaw tightening as he absorbed the weight of what she had just said. He glanced at Nathan briefly, then away again, unable to fully witness the impact.