'Forgetful' ... whispered the elegantly scripted word flown across the creamy, rich textured card tucked secretively away in the heart of the bouquet. As soon as her eyes had touched the single, nine-letter statement, a feeling of familiarity had grabbed had her, making her almost cry out in happiness. Why? She didn't understand. All week long, her emotions had been toying with her. Serious bouts of depression and sadness had taken over her with no rhyme or reason. The puzzling bouquet of Casablanca lilies, her favorite, fastened with a scarlet ribbon and laid out by the front temple doors had lifted the dark cloud of dread that overcame her in the last few days.
At first, Yuuichirou was suspected of the deed, but he was cleared up after asking where she had gotten them. Who was it? Her father? A suitor? Maybe one of her friends ...? Confused, she simply put them in an empty black vase in her room.
Forgetful ... That word sent shivers down her spine. What was forgotten? Someone had said it ... The syllables tickled her ear and made her heart feel funny. Both joyous and bitter. How strange ... Shaking her head, she left the room to start a days' worth of chores.
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