Gift Bunga Novels & Stories

I ask, eyeing him curiously. My gaze falls on the bright and colorful bouquet in his hands—pink and white tulips, wrapped together in pastel pink paper. I stare at it, stunned by its beauty, and he stretches it toward me with a nervous smile. "These are for you?" "What?" "You're being acknowledged today, aren't you? I just wanted to congratulate you in some way," he smiles, almost too innocently. I'm speechless, taken aback by his thoughtful gift that smells heavenly. When I finally find the words, they feel inadequate. I've neglected him in my quest to figure out what I am and fix things with Artemis, yet he remains a cherished friend.