Landon walks into the flower shop the day after his memory returned. He walks through a little just looking at things

while trying not to appear to obvious at his lack of knowing what he was searching for. "Excuse me, sir? Are you

looking for something?"a woman asks walking over to him from behind the counter. "Uh....well I was trying to find

the perfect flowers for a friend.....we had a fight and I'd like to use them as a way of asking forgiveness." If you only

knew just what kind of fight I mean. "Well, do you know what her favorite kind is?" "Not really...don't think she's

ever gotten flowers before,"Landon tells her truthfully looking around. The woman studies him critically for a

moment then speaks,"Describe her to me and I may be able to pick the perfect ones for you." "Ok...Tara's really

short-alot shorter than me, brown hair with some green to it, hazel eyes, and likes green and black. There's not much

more about her that I can tell you...." "I see....she sounds like she'd enjoy....."the woman walks off without finishing

her sentence only to return a few moments later with a bouquet of yellow flowers. Landon only stares at her not

knowing what to say or what kind they are. "I'll bet these yellow roses would be perfect for earning her

forgiveness,"the woman says putting them in his arms before he can object. He stares at her not knowing what to

say. "Or would you like something else?" "Uh....I'll try these thank....how much?"he asks pulling out his wallet and

setting down the flowers. The woman gives him a price and he takes them heading out after getting them put in a box

so he wouldn't look stupid. A 17-year old guy caring around a bouquet of flowers......he shakes his head and walks

out. Landon walks to the brotherhood headquarters that he remembered so clearly now and to the hangar knowing

she'd be there sometime today. He sets the flowers down on the table then places the note on top. There was a

single word written across the note- Tara.
Tara waited as long as she could before going outside and heading to the hangar. Don't let him come,she prays

walking to the hangar and pulling open the door. It was just as she'd left it the night before after Landon had left.

She walks over to the plane just looking at it at first and thinking. She needed something to occupy her mind so that

she wouldn't think about last night. Everytime she thought about the night before she remembered how it had hurt

her when Landon hit her. It wasn't even the fact she'd been hit that hurt her, but the fact that HE had done it. I

thought maybe something good could come out of this... Tara walks over to the table searching for the tools that

she'd left there the night before when she'd finally left around one or two in the morning. Instead of finding her tools

a box lay across the table-the entire length of it with a ribbon tying it shut and a note over it that said only Tara.

"What is that?"she asks the empty room shoving the note aside and opening the box. Her mouth fell open in suprise

as she saw the flowers laying on the table before her. She continues to stare at them a moment, then picks up one

slowly studying it. "Now the note....." She picks up the note still holding the single rose between her fingers. Tara

stares at it a minute longer, then opens it beginning to read :

Tara, I'm so sorry that I hurt you. I never meant to and I wish I could take it back and make it never happen. These

can't make up for what I did to you, but it's my first try. I intend to keep trying until you forgive me because you

mean that much to me. You were the first person I could ever open up with and care for. I love you and I always

will even if you decide you hate me. -Landon