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A Man for Flowers, the smell of sunflower to remind the nostalgic heart of better days

Little Kari once had a crush on big brother Matt. It wasn't that she didn't find T.K. adorable, it was just Matt. He was to sum it in entirety, a man for flowers. She always thought of him as cool, a prince charming at times, holding her small hand in his as he led her through Toy Town, of numerous places as a child.

Matt loved flowers, she remembered. It made him nostalgic, reminding him of better days. They were of the time his parents were together, he once confessed to little Kari, and to no one else. It made here feel special, that she was the only one to know, she felt butterflies in her stomach. Years gone by and that crush fades into a sibling-kind of bond. She still sees him as her big brother, he still sees her as his confidant.

He would sometimes buy Sora flowers, she remembered. Out of the blue, spontaneously, on occasions, at random, he would just appear in front of her, flowers in hand. Kari thought it was romantic (curse the little Kari that still sees him as Prince Charming) and how lucky Sora was to have him. Kari was surprised, sometimes Sora would give him a gentle smile, accepting his gift, mostly out of politeness, sometimes she would cry, would slap it away, petals kissing the cold pavement.

His façade did not break, she remembered. As Sora left, he would stay, kneeling on the ground, picking the flower up one by one, he could have just left them there. He did not. Matt loved flowers. Kari would offer a sympathetic smile, she did not know what to do, what to say. He accepted her gesture, would give her a sad smile back (her little heart would break) and she hugged his lonely back, offering her warmth. Like a sister would to her heartbroken brother. Kari never offered this gesture to Tai, she confessed, he never needed to be consoled after all.

Matt was always lonely, she remembered. He would be in their apartment, from time to time, day to day, and soon, his face was family. Little Kari liked it, loved it, that she had him too, maybe in a different sense then Sora, but regardless, he was hers too in some way. He would help her with her homework, with her relationship with boys (and the threats he made to those that would take advantage of her), with her chores and many miniscule matters that made Kari adored him more. Yet he was always lonely. She did not catch it then, but if he was in love, that he was spoken for, why was he always alone?

He was beaten black and blue, she remembered. It was one of his spats with Tai, this time it turned into something major, about Sora she was sure. He returned after Tai did, sometime into the evening, uniform torn, face swollen. Little Kari rushed to his side, panicking, Tai was injured too, yet Matt was her priority. They would not say anything about it, she was angry, they did not want to share with her, a little girl always in their eyes. She shouted, probably for the first time in her life, for them to grow up and make up. They were startled, saw the lass was growing up, more mature than they both, and later that night they did, with Matt tearing up and Tai listening to him patiently.

Matt loved flowers, she remembered. They would sometimes walk through the flower field, a path only they knew off, and it was a beautiful secret. He loved the sunflowers the most, he would not say why, but little Kari knew, it reminded him of Sora. He would not pick them off, it would be wrong, he said, instead he would just stare at them, a content smile on his face, and she would smile too.

Matt was always sad, she remembered. He would play his guitar, all by his lonesome, where he thought nobody would find him. Yet little Kari knew, it was their secret spot after all, a place only they knew, to be away from pitiful eyes. He would play a sad tune, she would sit next to him. He said nothing, she did not as well, yet he acknowledged her presence, and so did she. His music carried a heavy heart, she would silently cry, for she knew she could not lighten them. They said nothing as they walked back to the Kamiya residence, her hand in his, leading her back home. Her big brother Matt.

Matt was shattered, she remembered. That day, that big fight none of them would ever forget, she knew he was destroyed. He never understood Sora, the latter thought she understood him, yet they were in a mess. Kari remembered the words that came out of the ginger, it made her blood boil, of the lies and poison spewed about her big brother, yet she knew some of them were true. Matt fought back, he bit back, a little too hard. Sora never understood him, she did not know, it was his way of actually salvaging their relationship that underneath the insults and frustration, was a man screaming "Don't leave me." Kari understood. The climax came, with Sora, who held a pressed flower in her grip, tearing it into pieces. It was his gift, his confession of love to her, of their hopes and dreams, and their so-called undying love died then. Kari dare not recall what came after.

Matt was broken, she remembered. He stopped coming by the house, phone calls lessened, and even Tai was worried. It took him some time, finally they saw him, a broken man. A hollow soul wearing a human skin, he looked nothing like the old Matt, full of vigor and life. Kari broke down, hated seeing him like that, yet she could not ease his pain. Tai was in the dark too, a man unknown to the cruelties of a broken heart, he could only give words of encouragements and of a better tomorrow. They did not realize then, but Mimi too had an uneasy goodbye, though that is a story for another day.

Matt is with Mimi, she remembered. Kari would look at the couple fondly, years later, as they all came together in the Kamiya residence, as they should be. He was still her big brother, she his little sister, and now she has a new big sister. They would argue, would get on each other's cases, yet they understood each other. He would have her in his embrace, never letting go for fear of her leaving. She would be in his hug, deep into his body, afraid to miss his beating heart. Kari would coo, would be smitten by their smallest actions, signs of them loving one another. Matt was happy. Kari was happy too.

Matt would still go to the flower field, she remembered. It was their secret spot, their special place. They came back, one day after the rain, and they saw the freshly grown sunflowers. His face would turn pale, fists clenched, sighing all the way. Kari would stand next to him, she would scrunch her face too, frowning. He went down the fresh patch, plucking the flowers mutely, leaving them only the grace of their poor stems. It reminded him of bitter days.

Matt hated flowers.