song devreie fleur

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Water drops falling down the dry steppe grass, nourishing the only tiny bit of life among the endless space. Violet petals hiding in shadow under the same loneliest tree away from the sun rays. Leant on the thin elm trunk, almost closed my eyes as I felt someone's presence right next to me. The guilty one of my interrupted chance of taking a nap was taking a close look at the flower. unsurprisingly : there's literally no chance to find that kind of specie in steppe. But it is these, not fading, violets that belong to this place. It became their home during the long time. My thoughts about the story of the flower interrupted the voice of a boy : — How long have it been since you planted them? — he was pleasantly calm and like echo spreading in the air. — Like half a year ago... I think so. But it wasn't me who planted them. In summer when walking around I noticed violets under the tree. Both were an unexpected thing. Flowers were almost fresh as if they were planted just now. Interesting: who'd decided to left them in such kind of place? Deserted steppe among which I've been living since birth doesn't attract anybody: neither tourists, neither guests, neither locals, suddenly adopted someone's creation. Every walk-around I see them and every time they were in an ideal state. In the meantime, I started taking care of them cause I was afraid they would start to wither. Well, how do I say, "took care", I did everything I could, even if it was just watering them. These flowers were creating a special atmosphere: not sad, not happy but just peace and quiet. Every day when feeling anxious I come exactly here and all the thoughts fade away. I cherish this Violet as well as the one who planted them. That's why when the guy leant down I started to feel a little nervous. — What's your name? — I asked him to continue the conversation. It's not like you can every single day find an opportunity to meet someone here. — Lee. And you? Seems like his mood lit up a little cause I've decided to talk to him instead of just sleeping not paying any attention to him. — Jaehyun. Nice to meet you. — Same. — What had brought you here, to the steppe? Since childhood I've been living in a distanted from a nearby town mansion surrounded by void. It looked like a place where ghosts would live but it's not like that at all. Once it connected an engaged couple, their relative, a maid and an elder daughter with a younger son, who happened to be me. Soon, the house was left with only three people: father left because of a divorce, mother was found missing, and my sister who enrolled in a uni pretty far away from here so we meet not so often. So I was left with my aunt Mari and our maid Soyun who's already became family to us. We didn't intend on moving cause we've already got used to the life here, and the urban hype isn't for me. After loss of my mother, whose searches the police didn't even start, I began to spend more time outside, in the steppe, away from everyone with my thoughts, even before I met the flower. The steppe became a second home for me. I couldn't imagine anyone else could appear here, even though they have all the rights to do so. — I was just walking around, — was the answer. — It's not that far away from the town. — Not that far away? — Well... yeah. There's nothing you can't do out of boredom. — Yeah, true. Lee turned out to be a pleasant guy. After having a turned out of the blue small conversation he once again was peeking on the flowers when suddenly he drew his attention to me. Leant back on the tree he said : — These flowers are so reminiscent of your eyes. Same dark but they have a spark. Sadly someday comes and it'll fade. That sounded so sad, although the compliment touched me: someone's noticed a similarity with something close to me. In some way I would accept this as a threat, but Lee said it completely calmly what, I've noticed during our short dialogue, isn't really natural for him, with a touch of admiration. — Is that a rizz? It's so depressed, you know hahaha. — Haha, if you say so. Well, thank you for the company for tonight. I'll head back, — Lee've already got up from the ground when I pulled him back. — Wait. Will we meet again? You are an interesting one. — Maybe. And he walked away. Kinda strange was the goodbye though, and here's me who didn't ask for a number or something. Returning home I was full of thoughts about Lee. His words got stuck in my head, and I couldn't get how should I understand them. Well, now I can enjoy the evening wind and a slight chill which encouraged me to move faster towards the mansion. I hope I meet him tomorrow.