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
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
