A third flower fell, adding to the weight on her chest as if it waited a thousand tons, reminding her that she could no longer breathe no matter what.
She came home late that night, too late for it to have been safe for her to do so but with every night spent apart eyes reddened and glossed over with tiredness.
She had walked into the kitchen for a glass of water only to find a single flower that sat in a thin glass vase.
It looked odd as if the flower was not intended to be displayed that way but its white petals soft edges looked beautiful enough to conceal the fact.
Before the flower was a piece of thick paper folded to stand like a tent. With delicate fingers, she picked it up and read.
My beautiful girl who knows too little about flowers that you have in front of you is a Gardenia. It is beautiful is it not?
It symbolizes our secret love. Showcases how such a beautiful thing can be so sad, no?
With it, I also want you to know the pure joy you bring me with your mere presence.
My love for you is eternal, beyond the stars and deeper than the ocean.
Now get some sleep, love.
She remembered how her heart had fluttered with the underlying promise of forever. She wanted to shake her shoulders and wake her up to give her a thousand kisses.
She wanted to tell her how ridiculous it was that she was indeed then who brought her joy and begged her to teach her about her flowers so that she one day could give one to her.
Though she knew that she would be happy to be awoken by her she too knew it was cruel to deny her any sleep for they were both so incredibly tired.
On the roof, she had asked her what they were and she had answered as if it was the easiest thing she would ever be asked.
'We are partners,' She smiled with a slightly amazed look in her eyes.
'What does that mean?' She had asked. Then she flung her arm over her shoulder and pulled her into her chest.
'That means that it is me and you for whatever happens we will have each other. She paused and kissed her head, 'It means that I am yours now and forever no matter what'.
'Then I am yours too' she nodded out over the city suppressing the fear she felt whenever they played God. She hated herself for thinking the way she did but she too hated how she acted.
She often found her heart aching when the two would go out together thus she would be referred to as her flatmate or coworker because she was none of those things.
It was weird the war between her head and heart but in the end, none of them would win.