A garden full of beautiful roses but
his eyes was on specific red one,
The most beautiful and tender one.
He wish to adore and shower her with all his love but her rejection brought out the beast inside him.
On Other side her past refuse to let...
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Sitting next to him I looked outside of the window looking at the city outside, the city that was my hometown, a city of my memories, my home.
"Do you remember anything about this city?" I heard him ask, I turned and looked at him.
Sighing, "Nope, I don't remember much." I said, I was still young when I lived here and the tumor of the accident indeed erased more of those childhood memories.
"It's okay, I'll tell you everything I recall." He said glaring at me with a warm smile.
I smiled back, "Thanks Tae." I said thankfully.
He frowned, "What for?" He asked.
"For bringing me here, I hope everything will good now." I said, looking at his side profile.
He smiled gently, "Don't thank me yet, we aren't at the location." He replied.
"Where are we going though?" I asked looking around.
"A special place." He replied glancing at me, I chuckled.
"To meet your someone special?" I asked, he laughed nodding his head. I pouted. "Awe I'm jealous. Who is that person." I said playfully making him laugh again.
"Don't be baby, she is an amazing girl I promise." He said teasing as he played along my game.
I acted annoyed, "I don't wanna meet your past lover. What does she has that I don't?" I asked refering to my past self. He glanced at me and smiled.
"But she is a nice girl and she is beautiful too." He replied a small smile on his lips as he did.
"More than me?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him, he chuckled shaking his head without replying me.
"Hey.. answer me. Is she more beautiful than me?" I asked again.
He laughed, "No comments." He said giving me a diplomatic answer knowing well I'd be ready to fight no matter what his answer would be.
I crossed my arms on my chest, "You're no fun." I said and leaned back on the seat and closed my eyes listening to the slow jazz song that was on the radio.
He is classic music lover I noticed, sophisticated man with a little too much aggression to convey it love. He is little too hard to understand but he is as open as a book.
How can someone be this complicated?
As I was lost in my head wondering about the future and things I felt his hands grabbing my own gently. I turned and looked at him puzzled.
