As the soft gentle rays from the sun began to seep in through the cracks in between the curtains that were closed to keep the light out, cloudy and blurry (e/c) eyes fluttered open. A woman smiled quietly at her clock as she acknowledged the fact that it was a Saturday morning. She stood up slowly and rubbed her eyes. When she recovered her sight, she got up from bed and streched as a small groan escaped her chapped lips. She shuffled over to her bathroom to take a quick shower and to get ready for a day in cleaning her home.
The woman, who is the protaginist of our small tale here, was named ___. She had (h/l) (h/c) hair that gleamed in the sunlight if she was positioned right. She took her shower, dried up, and slipped into some clean clothes. She walked downstairs and went to make herself some coffee but was stopped by knocking on the door.
Who could that be? She thought and walked towards the front door. She opened it and was greeted by the delivery man and a bouquet of beautiful red roses. She felt a light blush rush to her face and cover her mouth to stop a gasp from emitting from her lips.
"Eh... A certain.." The delievery man stopped and looked at the tag on the bouquet. "Feliciano Vargas sent these to you." __ blushed more and took the roses.
"Thank you..." She whispered and bowed her head slightly. She closed the door and placed the bouquet on the table. A small thud rang out when she placed the roses down. She looked over and saw a small envelope that had fallen from in between the delicate flowers. __ sighed and gently took the envelope. She saw that on the other side, in a beautiful signiture, it said: To ____, my only love.
She sighed and felt a pang of guilt hit her heart. __ gently ripped the envelope open and pulled out the paper. She straightened it out and began to read.
When you receive this letter, you would have received the twelve roses that I had sent you. Maybe your neighbor will tease you about them but it doesn't matter now.
The roses represent all the months in a year that I have been without you. They are to remind you how much I love you even if you perhaps don't anymore. They probably have dew because I had picked them after it had rained. Big Brother Francis was kind enough to let me have some of his precious roses.
I chose roses because it reminded me of the night I had fallen in love with you. The night held the slight fragrence of roses and you had a daisy in your beautiful (h/c) hair. You smiled kindly at me and I felt my heart flutter in my chest. I remember when you touched my forehead to check if I was ill and remembered how soft your hands had been... And how warm.
Anyway, as I write this to you... My heart screams "Come back to me" as my mind says that you would never do so. Even so, please... Please return to me. I miss you terribly and my heart and arms ache for you.
Even though you probably don't love me anymore, just remember... I still do. Ti amo, la mia vita, il mio amore, il mio tesoro...
Your heartbroken lover,
__ tears had accumulated in __'s eyes. She remembered a year ago how she left him out of jealousy. She hated herself for that and never forgave herself but managed to cope with it. ___ looked around for her phone and found it on her couch. She picked it up and dialed a number.
I was listening to an old song in Spanish called Doce Rosas and go the idea for this. Hope you like.
Credit to all owners.
Credit to all owners.