Truth Untold • j.jk

12

It's been around a month since the incident at your grand mother's party.

A week since you stopped buying tulips.
And a week since I've seen you.

I sighed as I stared at the empty flower shop before looking down at the counter as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

A part of me was relieved that you were making progress, moving a step forward.

But at the same time, I felt disappointed.

It was probably because I got used to seeing you six out of seven days a week.

The little bell by the door rang, signalling that someone had entered.

For some reason, I wasn't in the mood to look up and do a proper greeting which I mentally cursed myself at.

"Uh... what's a pretty flower?"

My eyes go wide and look up to see you awkwardly standing in front of me.

I blink.
Slowly processing the situation before finally responding.

"Ah... flowers have different meanings so it depends. May I ask who it's for?"

Silence fills the air for a moment.

"My house"

"What?"

"Home decoration" You muttered, looking everywhere else but my face.