À la vie, à la mort

“Hey, excuse me. Do you mind if you could help me?”

Clearing his throat, Edward shifted his weight. This felt so awkward, but he seriously didn’t want to mess up this. Adjusting the tie on his suit, he looked around the flower shop once more, muttering under his breath something about how it ‘shouldn’t be this hard to pick some flowers’. 

“What kind of flowers do you recommend giving to a family member who is unwell?”

“Of course.” His outward nervousness made her smile a little, as it reminded her of someone dear to her. However, as she slipped into her more “business” mode, the smile soon faded and she stood from her chair to walk around the other side of the counter.

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Green eyes lowered to the ground, Keigo walked around the city aimlessly. He had always, at some level, felt lonely, but being thrown into a completely different world seemed to be too much for him. Most of his life, Keigo didn’t have friends. He was always shunned by his schoolmates, and it wasn’t like he even tried to reach out to them. Still, the fact that he was in a country with a completely different culture made him feel strange. Eventually he would get used to Bellevue.

There were still a couple of hours left in the day, and even though it was starting to get dark, he didn’t want to go back to his hotel room just yet. It felt slightly strange there, especially since there weren’t many people residing in the hotel like he was. There weren’t even many tourists. It was practically empty there.

Flumppf. While he was lost in thought and not keeping his gaze up, Keigo bumped into something. Not just something, but someone. A lady who was holding something, and it fell onto the ground. The boy bent down to pick it up for her, seeing as it was his fault.

The widow’s head had been turned to the side, one arm crossed against her chest as she held a book on her way home from work. Being lurched from her thoughts, her eyes moved toward the person now in front of her as the book fell from her arms. She wondered if their collision had been her fault, as her eyes were anywhere but in front of her. 

“Here--” When he bent over, Amélie did too, her hand awkwardly colliding with his as they both reached for the book. Flustered, she pulled back and stood as he did, brushing a few stray hairs from her face. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink at the nickname he had chosen to call her, and she cleared her throat. 

Holding his right hand on display, palm upwards and his fingers bent like a claw, Bodaway declared loudly and proudly.

“I CAN PICK ANYTHING UP WITH THIS HAND”

He proceeds to snap his fingers once, and hand-gun points at the closest Lady. Flirtatiously shrugs his eyebrows and winks at the poor woman, all the while donning his best smile.

“Hey, how are you?”

Amélie sat now at the counter of the bar, her arm resting on the counter in front of her as she traced her fingertip along the rim of the glass she had been drinking from. She jumped at the sound of a loud, male voice behind her, and turned to see what the commotion was. 

As soon as her eyes locked onto his, she knew she had made a mistake. 

The widow’s eyebrows knitted together in frustration, her wedding ring still being adorned on her finger, displayed in plain sight. She pinched the bridge of her nose to prepare herself for what was to come before straightening her arched back. 

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

💛- A memory that makes them feel angry

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

💕- A memory about their significant other

💞- A memory about their children

💓- A memory about their friends

💗- A memory about a good deed they did

💖- A memory that made them feel special

💝- A memory that made them feel loved

💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding

[水] - His smile grew even wider with her smile becoming more prominent. Seeee–? Smiles are contagious! He chuckled in response to her laugh because apparently those are contagious too. He was just too much of a happy person to not be affected by things that show happiness.

His eyes lit up like it was full of fireworks on the night of… the 5th of July. No. The 4th? What day was it the Americans start chanting ‘AMERICA. AMERICA’ again? He heard about it from Sena and then before, and it sure sounds like a wild ride of some national holiday. He was excited to hear that blue flowers existed! They weren’t natural, if they were dyed, but it was still an important piece of news!

     “Nhaa~ That’s cool! I’ve never seen blue flowers before!            I like the color blue because it reminds me of the ocean.”

It also reminded him of his highschool football team back at home. He really missed everyone but he knew that they were all doing well and he’d certainly see them again!

     “I can see why they’d be popular with couples and kids!”

A thoughtful nod that stops midway. A new question came to mind. He turned to Améliewith a curious smile on his face, a bit unsure if this question was going to be okay or not– but there is only one way to find out!

     “What kind is your favorite flower?            I decided mine are the blue ones!”

Their conversation was quite the change of pace from how Amélie usually spent her days, and she welcomed it. It had been quite some time since she had been able to smile and laugh so freely with another person. Lately, loneliness and longing had been the only thoughts to fill her mind. It seemed that the move was indeed a good idea.

His enthusiasm was charming, and had it not been for his friendly disposition, she probably would have left the conversation and headed home long ago. “There are other types of blue flowers, too. Like irises and hydrangeas, to name a couple.” 

When he asked his next question, the woman pressed a thoughtful finger to her chin. Her brow furrowed for just a moment, recalling Gérard asking her the same question years ago. She shook her head to clear her mind, and then replaced the smile on her lips as she looked forward to the shop window. This time, her answer would be different.

🛌=Sneaking in bed with them. ☢=Falling on top of them. ❤=Telling them they love them. ✘=Hugging them. Δ=Trying to act seductive. ⭐=Buying them flowers. ✂=Threatening them. ☮=Randomly kissing them. ♣=Discovering them crying. 💓=Listening to their heartbeat ✿=Giving them a Rose. 🖐=Picking them up. •=Hugginh them from behind. ♛=Caught reading their journal. 👀=Caught staring. ♘=Pinning them against a wall. 📸=Being found shirtless. ▤=Falling asleep on them. 💙=Complimenting them. 🎈=Offering a place to stay overnight. ⇕=Holding their hand. 🍲=Caring for them while il

“I’m going to buy a bunch of chocolates for myself, since I don’t have anyone else to buy them for.”

“Since neither of us have a significant other, do you want to hang out on Valentine’s Day?”

“I know Valentine’s Day is supposed to be about romantic love, but since you’re a close friend, I wanted to get you something too.”

“I wish Valentine’s Day wouldn’t be advertised so much. It just reminds me that I’m single.”

“At least I don’t have to try and get a reservation to a fancy restaurant. That’s one of the pros of being single.”

[水] - His body jolted in surprise, not having expected for someone to have heard him, much less approach him for a conversation. He turned to look at Amélie and flashed a smile, of the dazzling variety, of his own to return the one she gave him. To someone like Mizumachi, he believed that smiles were contagious things, so if he saw one, he couldn’t hep but smile back!

               ‘Eehhhh— so I was wrong…’

     “A P-Peony? What a funny name, kinda sounds like ‘Pony,’ doesn’t it?            Tulip sounds like ‘two lips’! They’re like… pun flowers.”

He honestly did not know much of anything aside from football and swimming. Flowers were definitely out of his range of expertise, but he at least knew that they were pretty to look at, and you never ever give someone a potted plant at the hospital. That was a bad omen. Oh OH! He also knew that even cacti needed to be watered every once in a while!

     “Excuse me, miss? Can I ask what flower that one is?            Do you have any blue flowers? Do those exist?”

He heard that blue roses existed, but he also heard they weren’t natural.

His philosophy could not have been more correct, as for the first time in a while, Amélie caught herself showing a more prominent smile. A small laugh also escaped her as he continued to talk about the flowers, and she covered her mouth with her fingertips for just a moment before talking once more. 

“That’s a daisy,” she answered, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face. While she wasn’t an expert on plant life, she knew enough to do her job efficiently, and most of what she learned was what she studied overnight to stop the constant confusion when trying to help customers. “Blue flowers do exist. In fact, daisies are often dyed blue and other vibrant colors to be given as gifts.” 

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[水] - Of course, if you are new to any place, where do you need to check out? A place where you can shop till you drop. He chose to check out ‘Abra Ca Avenue’ a place he’d heard was the ‘heart’ of all shopping in Bellevue. 

Checking out the sights, he stopped to see a colorful sign which attracted his attention. Blue Roses? What kind of shop was this? Looking into the window, he could see a whole row of flowers. Lots of em!

     “Nhaa~ Look at all the pretty flowers!           So many colors and shapes! I don’t know what any of these are.       I think this one is… a… rose?”

Wrong, it was a carnation. Close, but no cigar as they say. 

All day, the shop had been relatively quiet. People had come and gone, but none had needed to ask any questions. There were a few quick transactions here and there, and as Amélie was the only one working at the time, she became lonely quite fast. However, as the next worker arrived to take over her shift, she rose from her seat at the counter and made a few quick exchanges about the state of the shop before heading to the back room. 

She grabbed her coat and slid her time card, waiting for the beep that would free up the rest of her evening before placing it back in its holder on the wall. She waved her goodbye to her co-worker, and then stepped out of the shop front, the bell above her ringing her exit. As she was about to turn to leave, an unfamiliar voice grabbed her attention.