(loona point of view)
I hated Valentine's Day, this damn holiday is just a bunch of singles sulking because they're lonely and can't find a date or partner to spend this stinky day with, and a bunch of couples sulking because they have to spend $50 on flowers . , chocolates and other memeces that show their love, is that just hearing the word love makes me choke. She is a fucking piece of shit. She is just a fucking holiday created by this filthy society to take advantage of the idiots who buy it (better known as morons).
So what the hell am I doing in this fucking place?
"Delighted, welcome to Mary's flower shop. I'm Lisa, how can I help you?" added the lady at the counter with false cheer, chewing gum unpleasantly and loudly.
I hated this damn place from the moment I stepped foot inside: it was colorful and extremely pretty, and everyone was flashing these obviously faked ecstatic smiles, it made me want to throw up. Inside I wanted to be struck by lightning for having entered what I considered my worst nightmare, excuse me my second worst nightmare.
I let out a despairing breath, cracking my knuckles as I crossed my arms over my chest. "I need…" hesitating, contemplating turning and running mid-sentence. I sighed again. "A rose".
The lady stared at me for what seemed like forever, she was waiting for me to continue, no luck. "Uh… well, that's fine. What color do you want it?"
She grunted, fiddling with a key chain that dangled from the side of the counter, as if he really was well versed in such nonsense.
The shop assistant cleared her throat and continued in that unbearably cheerful voice, "Well, there are a wide variety of roses, from light to dark colors, and…" she interrupted, sick of hearing her.
"I don't give a shit," she exclaimed bluntly.
She slammed shut, her face looking a little terrified like she was about to point a gun at him or something.
"Give me a black one," she continued, dropping the keychain, satisfied with my decision.
She swallowed hard. "Uh... You know, black roses typically symbolize death, although they could also..."
Smile. "That seems perfect to me".
(Blitzo Pov)
Loona, my sweet Loony was absent today, fuck because I said my Loony, she only sees me as a friend, a simple friend. I don't understand why she was absent today, she could be absent any other day of the week but she chose Valentine's Day to scare herself.
I mean, I can understand her, her and Vortex recently broke up, but still. I mean, it's Valentine's Day. Who in their right mind skips Valentine's Day? It doesn't matter if it's the first time in 5 years that you're single. You could find someone else who will surely try to contact you.
Someone like me, I'm so pathetic, anyway, I had planned to tell her how I felt about her, but it doesn't matter. I know it sounds cliche and besides being ridiculous, she would probably be more angry at how soft she was being than what she was trying to confess. I feel like my heart can't wait any longer.
I am so pathetic.
Well, she didn't show up for school today, so I missed the chance to tell her, which means I have to save it for a bit longer. I was so excited to finally be able to confess to my Loony, so determined not to let my nerves betray me, only for her to not show up.
I was silent during the ride home with Barbie, she spent most of the trip humming some romantic songs that were playing on the radio, those melodies made me feel even worse about myself. Apparently it looks like she got a date or something. I really couldn't care less, and I was sure she was delusional anyway.
When I parked in our driveway (rather unwisely), I ran inside to go upstairs, intending to sulk the rest of my life in my room, but I noticed something strange, my room door was locked. I was completely sure that I had left it open, that idea was quickly erased from my head, surely I had closed it in some carelessness, so I opened it and put it inside, the first thing my eyes caught was a rose on my bed.
I dropped my backpack to the ground running towards that flower, my mind having a heart attack. Could that happen? No, I couldn't. Really do not care.
My thoughts instantly took an eighty degree turn: after all, don't black roses symbolize death or some shit? Could it be that someone wants me dead and that's why they sent it to me?
Then I caught a note on which the rose rested. It was a thin sheet of off-white paper with black ink. I didn't have to be a genius to recognize the author's handwriting, at that moment my heart skipped a beat. She had a Loona style, surely it wouldn't be hers, it couldn't be. It had to be from someone else, or some kind of bad joke.
I took that mysterious note and began to mentally read it:
Blitz,
Hello. Hey, it's from Loona. This is awkward and unnatural for me, I really don't know what I could write.
So, I guess I just wanted to tell you that I like you. That sounds too stupid. This is all very stupid, she should have gone to school and said it there… look at her. From the first day I saw you, I have not been able to take my eyes off you.
Shit.
I'm terrible at this.
This is like the trillionth attempt to get it right. I swear to God, I should take this rose and run out of here, not even the damn penalty.
I went to a flower shop. Don't laugh, I know you're about to. Anyway, I went to that place and walked in and realized I didn't know what the hell I should buy you. So I approached the counter clerk, she started trying to shove all these ideas and meanings down my throat.
I have a beautiful black rose for you. I know. It symbolizes death or some such nonsense, they get them for funerals, but nothing else suited me.
So maybe everyone else thinks it means death or whatever. Renaissance or something like that, I think too. I have to start sweetening things up.
But that's not what it means to me.
To me, it's like... you. It's like you. I look at you and the first thing that comes to mind is this beautiful thing. This beautiful person. And everyone else thinks you're not for me, because you belong somewhere else. Because it means something completely different compared to what I'm trying to tell you.
I love you with all my soul, I can't explain it. No one else can explain it, because it doesn't make sense, we are not for each other, anyone with half a brain would see it.
But anyone can see that black roses show everything that is wrong in the world. The dark and fucked up side of things. Well, that's not my opinion. I feel that they are the opposite, that they are right, that they show you everything I feel.
And who gives a shit what everyone else says this should mean?
I hope I haven't become an idiot.
With love, Loona.
A couple of minutes later, my jaw had gone slack. Reluctantly I put it back on the bed once I reread it a second time and carefully picked up the rose.
I heard a throat clear behind me, turning to see her leaning nervously against the door frame. It was the first time I had seen her nervous.
She bit her lip and broke our eye contact. "If you…don't have the same feelings, you know…just tell me straight."
I walked over to her side and wrapped her in a warm hug, gently pressing her back against the door frame. Loona hesitantly wrapped her arms around me.
I let out a light laugh. "Of course I feel the same, are you blind?" She murmured into her shoulder. Then I pulled away and gave a tender kiss to those lips that called me.
It was the best kiss of the pathetic life.
