Novel & Cerita My Daffodil

"Hm." Erik hums. He sighs, and looks away, then falls back and sits in front of me. He scoots as close as he can without sitting on the ring of flowers around me. They've stopped growing out, and are just getting thicker now, and starting to get a bit taller, I think. "Why does this make you a... "Dick." He puts air quotes around the word I'd used to describe myself. He probably had never used it like that before, and it sounded a little funny coming from him.

Its delicate ball of fluff hung majestically on its stem, dazzling brightly under the sun, making other flowers go jealous. A fragile plant, yet so powerful. I couldn't wait to wish upon every one of them with one puff of air. Plucking it carefully so that its pappus won't fall out, I shoved it in Jade's face with the widest grin. But I was greeted with a horrid look. "Dandelion," Jade whispered in shock, throwing me into a State of confusion. "Yes, it is a dandelion," I replied, watching colour drain from her face. It's just a flower, girl.

“YOU SMELL LIKE A LILY OF THE VALLEY,” Fred said as he took in the scent. “It reminds me of—” The words died in his throat, literally. He was yanked away from Magnolia, forcing him to let go of her arm. “What the hell are you doing?” Daniel’s voice was chilling. His hand was around Fred’s throat, squeezing. “I—I was just—” Fred stuttered with his eyes bulging. “How dare you touch my wife,” the duke hissed. “I could break your neck right here.”

I lowly whistled at the yellow flowers. "I love them!" "I picked these from the garden this morning. That's why I was gone before you woke up. Daffodils symbolise-" "New beginnings," I finished his sentence softly, glancing at the soft yellow buds. I smiled at Lukas, "I know." *** Follow my socials to stay updated! Facebook: The Scripturient (Join San_2045 for exclusive sneak peeks, coins giveaway and more) Instagram: san_2045 ***

Matthew handed Victor a bouquet of Daffodils, which Victor, in turn, handed to me. “For you.” He told me. His message was loud and clear. Daffodils symbolize rebirth and starting anew. It has played a significant role in our lives up to this day. I thanked him and blushed. “Sorry. I cannot do it for you as I am still indisposed. But when I am okay, I will do it personally.” I nodded. I knew that this time he would keep his word. I volunteered to settle Victor’s account, but he won’t let me.

I’m sorry I left. I carried the notes with me as I went to the last bouquet. It was full of different shades of blue and purple hyacinth and the sweet lilac-like scent filled my entire office with the smell of spring. Hyacinth were my second favorite flowers, right after daffodils. There was one last note. I’m bringing you lunch. I smiled and put all three notes in my pocket. “According to the internet, yellow flowers mean apology,” Jaqui read from her phone as she pointed to the daffodils. “Tulips are also apology flowers. As is hyacinth. Good lord, those smell amazing.”

I thought about Lydia; about her beautiful smile and how I would hope that it was the first thing I saw every time I woke up and blurted out, “The meaning is hope…Hope for the future, for happiness, for starting over.” The woman contemplated before getting up with significant difficulty. When I asked her if she wanted any help, she waved me off to go into the back of her shop. A few minutes later, she came out with a bouquet filled with the most beautiful bright yellow flowers. The vibrancy of them reminded me of Lydia and her smile and I knew then and there that these were perfect. “These are daffodils; the first flowers of spring. They are a representation of a new beginning and hope for t

Daffodil felt flabbergasted unable to understand everything that she is experiencing in this place from the start that she sets foot therein. Then the peppermint menthol scent became stronger; seems to be just so near. Daffodil shook her head and thought that maybe someone is just having a relaxing massage moment and been using an aromatic oil of peppermint scent. She tried to relax and inhaled the scent one more time.

Watching him be so tormented with regret, I didn't so much as create a ripple in my heart anymore. I felt like it was time for me to go. At that moment, however, Louis caught sight of something else, hidden in a corner. It was a strand of fur, the color of red wine—a fur color that only belonged to Lily.

“How are you?” Just says the letter and has the letter D signed, at the very bottom of the paper. She quickly released it and she recoiled in shock. “Da-Darwin ?!” the name first entered her mind. And if you count each type of those sent to his flower, it indicates six letters in the name. And if Nadia pulls out the flower she will see a red ribbon tied to each flower with the letter written, D for rose, A for orchids, R for tulips, W for lilies, I for dahlia and N for lotus flower. Six kinds of flowers and six letters.