A/N: "Raindrop Flower" is an actual background music (BGM) in Maple Story.
"I'm so tired." I sighed. I placed my bowguns on a table and changed into my night gown. Then, I lay down in my bed. After what seemed like forever of tossing and turning, I finally fell asleep.
"Mercedes, look!" The brunette magician dragged me by my hand through a meadow. The air smelled crisp and fresh as it had just rained.
"Freud, what are you doing?" I questioned annoyedly. I hated being dragged around.
"There." he said softly, pointing to a particular flower under a tree. The whole meadow was full of iridescent flowers of every shade of colour, but this one stood out amongst the others. It had transparent-blue petals that curled gently out of it's center. The petals looked like raindrops.
"It's beautiful..." I breathed. I cupped the flower in my hands. "It looks like several raindrops."
"That's why it's called the raindrop flower." Freud said. I stared, mesmerized by the beautiful flower. "A raindrop flower, when it blooms, has roundish, pure white petals. After it rains, most raindrop flowers turn into this form."
"Is it rare to see one?" I asked.
"Yes. This is the first time I've seen one, let alone one in this beautiful transformation." He gently plucked the flower from the ground and weaved it into my hair. "For you, my raindrop flower."
"Me?"
"Of course. You are so alike to the raindrop flower in many ways, but the most prominent fact is that you have a inner beauty in you . Although you've never fully shown it, I know it's there." he smiled gently, making me blush.
"For a bookworm, you are really mushy." I commented, my cheeks burning. "Anyway, should you have uprooted the poor flower?"
"It only shows that form for less than a day." he said.
"Oh." I smiled shyly, then took his hand in mine. Then, I led him into the meadow of flowers. He smiled back, took my other hand and spun me around, me laughing away. It was a magical moment that I would never forget.
I woke up, laughing softly. Tears welled up in my eyes as I soon realized it was only a dream. I sighed sadly as Freud's words replayed in my mind. "For you, my raindrop flower."
"Thank you, my raindrop."