Chapter Four: I'm the one that left.
The past three days had been good to Daisy. She picked her outfits the night before the next day, she woke up early and got to work early too.
She was given real job to do and she loved it. The kids she'd been in charge of so far loved her because she knew just how to handle little children well. That's why she chose paediatrics and she had six younger siblings so nothing could possibly go wrong.
She knew she still had a long way to go and she was gonna work super hard to be on top.
It was lunch and Daisy didn't join the others, rather, she went outside and just kept staring at the flowers in the garden. Reminded her of someone. Someone that was dear to her.
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"Are you sure we're not gonna get caught" young Daisy asked even if they were already close to Old Greg's garden close to their school.
"Don't be afraid. He's my good friend" he told her with a smiling face as they approached the beautiful garden with colourful flowers. It was beautiful.
"Wow..." Daisy couldn't hide how amazed she was "they're beautiful" she said as she twirled slowly looking at the beautifully decorated garden.
"you like it?" she was so adorable right then with her cute puppy eyes looking at the place like it was a beautiful castle for a princess. Daisy was the first and probably the only girl he'd taken to old Greg's garden because deep down in his heart, he knew she deserved all the beautiful things in the world and he would do whatever it takes to give her all that for that smile to stay for as long as possible.
"I love it. It's wonderful. Just like I'm in wonderland. Is this real?!" She probably didn't realize that she was shouting.
"It's real..." He smiled at her as he walked closer...and closer until he reached her and held her waist and pulled her close to himself.
He's eyes scanned her face and landed on few strands of hair and then tucked in behind her ear.
"Daisy?...." He whispered behind her ears sending shivers down her spine.
"Yeah?" She looked at his face and couldn't help but blush hard. His eyes were so hypnotizing.
"You know that flowers has meanings, right?" He asked still staring at her big eyes that he loved so much.
"Yes, I do." She almost whispered.
He removed his hands from her waist and picked three different flowers. She was stunned because she knew exactly what those flowers meant. It couldn't be true, right? Did he mean it, or was he just playing around? Was this a joke, or a moment she had only dreamed about? She was puzzled, her heart racing, her breath caught somewhere between hope and disbelief. Her eyes followed his every move, searching his expression for clues, wondering if this was real or just a beautifully cruel coincidence.
Each flower he held told a story—one of a first love, of admiration, of a promise that stretched beyond time. Her thoughts raced as she stood frozen, her hands fidgeting at her sides, unsure of what to do or say.
Then, he turned and came back to her.
"These are my feelings for you," he exhaled, the words shaky, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked at the flowers, then at her, like even meeting her gaze might set his already trembling heart on fire.
"Gosh... what's happening to my nerves?" he muttered, mostly to himself, trying to keep calm, but failing terribly as his cheeks flushed with warmth.
Red Camellia, Calla Lily, and Forget-me-not—those were the flowers he was holding, if she wasn't mistaken. Her heartbeat was loud enough for her own ears to hear it, echoing like a drum in her chest.
"Uh...uhm...I think it's time I finally told you. I didn't know how to do it, so I thought maybe a date here would be good," he stammered, eyes darting everywhere but her face. He was so shy—and Daisy thought it was soooo adorable.
"Yeah?…" she urged, her patience thinning. She wanted him to say it already.
He took a nervous breath, holding up the first flower.
"This is Red Camellia… it means 'You're my first love.'"
He looked at her briefly before moving to the next.
"This one's a Calla Lily… it means 'You're beautiful.'"
And finally, he held out the tiniest flower, almost trembling with the weight of the moment.
"And the Forget-me-not… it means 'I want to be with you forever.'"
Daisy was starstruck by his confession. She hadn't expected it—not here, not now. She could hear her heartbeat thudding in her ears like a drum.
He confessed to her… with flowers. Cute. Romantic. So painfully sincere.
"All you just said… are they true?" Her voice was small, unsure. She needed to be certain—needed to know this wasn't one of those dreams she kept having, the ones where he confessed under the stars, in hallways, at school gates—but never in a quiet, beautiful garden like this.
"I... I... I love you," he said, finally lifting his eyes to her pretty face.
Daisy bit her lip hard, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill.
"I love you," he repeated, voice steadier now, firmer, "and I wanna be with you forever."
He never thought he'd get to say those words. Before she came into his life, love might as well have been fiction. But now? He was still young, yeah—but he was sure.
Daisy was the girl he wanted.
"I love you too," she whispered, and pulled him into a tight hug as the tears finally won and fell freely down her cheeks.
He hugged her back—tighter, like he never wanted to let her go.
That day?
That was the best day of their lives.
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Back to the present.
"Liar."
Daisy muttered the word bitterly under her breath and wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.
He didn't keep his promise.
He said forever… but left anyway.
And Daisy had hated him for that—for years.