My Love Haven (One Shots)

Paper Roses

I giggled when I saw his grubby face. There are bruises in his arms and along his jaw but it doesn’t change the fact that he is beautiful.

His eyebrow raise, “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. You just look so cute.” I said laughing. I can't stop laughing... I am happy...

“Hrmph! I shouldn’t have save you from those bully.” He said frowning

I stop laughing and seriously looked at him who’s standing in front of me.

“Why do you save me from them?” I stood more closely in front of him

He didn’t answer, instead, he looked away at me.

I edge more closely, studying his face.

But, I wasn’t able to know. He walked away after looking at me.

I was left dumbfounded.

I didn’t know why, but…

The next morning, I watched him from afar while he sat at the rock besides the river. I like how the wind blows his black shoulder length hair. The way his eyebrow goes up and how his lips twitched to a frown. It’s soothing me.

I gasp… “Come out there.”

I was caught peeking at him.

I came out from where I am hiding.

I looked pleadingly at him, “I’m sorry.”

“What’s that?” he asked, referring to what I am hiding in my back.

“Oh! It’s a roses made out of paper.” I can feel the heat surging to my cheeks, I am blushing.

“What’s that for?” he asked frowning

Argh…he’s frowning even more.

”I-it…it’s for you!”

“For me?” he isn’t even shock. He just sat there calmly with questions in his eyes.

“Yes”

“Why?”

“Thank you” I said…just that and I left the origami lying in his lap. Not knowing if he’ll even keep it.

A year had passed.

I stood in front of him again in the river.

I am holding a small box of shoe.

“Oppa, we will leave this afternoon. I won’t be seeing you again.”

I looked up. I studied his face. Ahh…so calm.

I pout. He doesn’t even care eh.

I hand the box to him. His expression changed.

He is frowning…again!

“What is this?”

“Open it when I’m gone, oppa. Then you’ll know.”

I turn to go, but…

“Hey, little girl…” my heart is thumping, “…come back. Oppa will be waiting for you.”

Hot tears started to well down my face.

Oppa…how could you make me cry?

I walked away without looking back at him.

If I have, I would have heard… I would have seen…

That little girl was just 12 then.

Nine years had passed but I can’t keep my hand from doing roses. It became a hobby.