Romans & histoires My Daffodil

There were golden yellow, palette yellow, white, orange, an pink. “Woah, talk about a daffodil craze.” she remarked. “To tell you the truth, your ladyship, it was almost impossible to grow any flower in the underworld especially because of the absence of the madam.” “Really? Then what is it with Hades and daffodils?” In her mind, she is calling him stupid. “You might not remember this but daffodils or narcissus, as we call it, reminds the master of you.” “Of me?” Angelique searched her brain for possible connection of Persephone, Hades and narcissus but failed. Unfortunately, her favorite Greek mythology couple is Eros and Psyche.

She gave me a sad smile before bringing me to the kitchen and given me my favorite pie. "We still have to get my and the bridesmaid bouquets did" My mother look at her, "You can ask Lily, She works as a nurse, I am sure you must have made bridal bouquets right?" I was about decline. I didn't have intentions to do anything. "You do !? How about you go get flowers of my choice and make us some, I can save up on the money then. They cost so much" "True," My mother said. And I nodded as my sister looked at me, "Thanks lily" I smiled. "We'll have James take you, he has been waiting for you" I felt my heart drop as I heard his name.

I heard that even Ji-hoon wasn't interested in living in the penthouse and he just stayed at his mother's house in Gangnam. After going to the bar, I decided to drive to Seoul Memorial Park to visit my past friend, Chereen. I bought her a small bouquet of daffodils and placed them on the cemented floor in front of the tombstone before paying my respect. I could still remember what she told me about the daffodils, the reason it was her favorite type of flower. Her voice lingered to my head. 'Every year, daffodils are the first type of flowers that start popping up out of the ground in the springtime…'

Damien "Only dahlias," I said into the phone, balancing it between my shoulder and cheek while flipping through a file. “Dark red. The kind that looks almost black in certain light. No fillers, no roses, no distractions. Just them.” The florist on the other end hesitated. “Would you like to include a card, Mr. von Adler?” I stared out the floor-to-ceiling window of my office. The skyline was pale today, dipped in soft grey, like the city itself was holding its breath.

Just like life, she thought. As they finished clearing one of the flower beds, Nicholas reached into his pocket and pulled out a small packet of bulbs, his eyes twinkling with excitement. “I picked these up from the nursery,” he said, handing them to her. “Daffodils. They’ll be the first to bloom when the snow melts.” Lillian took the bulbs from him, feeling the rough paper packet in her hands, and her heart swelled with gratitude. “Daffodils… they’re perfect. They’re a reminder that winter is only temporary, that there’s always something beautiful waiting to bloom.”

I told myself this was tactically interesting and nothing else. By day seven I had stopped telling myself that. On day eight Ruby brought oats with strawberries arranged on top with a care that was its own form of hostility, and stood watching me from the doorway while I considered the tray with the expression of someone who was genuinely sorry to cause inconvenience. "I'm so sorry," I said warmly. "Strawberries give me hives. And the oats look like they've been waiting a while. I don't want to trouble you with something I won't be able to eat."

"Fine Nonna, I'll become the delivery guy for your sake. What kind of flowers?" "Tulips." He heard his grandmother say in excitement. He knew another person who always got excited about tulips but he refused to dwell on it. She wanted nothing to do with him. He couldn't keep fighting for someone who never loved him the way he loved her. For someone who would always accuse him of a crime he didn't commit. He had to focus on their daughter however. That seemed to be the only person who gave him peace. "Okay Nonna. Tulips it is. I'll get them when I leave work and take it to this grand aunt or uncle I'm just hearing about now."

I placed the daffodil on my pillow, and then closed my eyes, thoughts of the handsome stranger were what finally brought me peace and sleep. ~~~ I opened my eyes, feeling the rays of the sun hit across my face and I smiled, "a brand new day," I sang softly under my breath before I turned around and looked at daffodil still laying untouched on my pillow. I reached for it and held it to my nose, it was wilted now but I wanted to hang onto it for as long as possible. Pretty soon, Lydia would walk into my chambers and give me my first meal of the day before she will tell me to begin preparations for my show to-night.

He grunts and she grins. "Yellow daffodils. They kind of remind me of myself" she whispers. "What flower do I remind you of?" Zeron rasps and my eyes widen. Alanna on the other hand grins, her eyes lighting up. "The blacknight or you can call it the black magic hollyhock" she whispers. "What kind of flower is that?" He asks, sleepily.