The Day When the Sun Awaits Us to Unite
My eyes were wide open, and I found myself waking up on a bed of tulips. The warmth of the sunrise has become my blanket for a couple of hours. Not anymore, because I have to stand up tall and walk through crowded blossoms. While making my way to the bay, I realized that I carried petals along with me as they stuck to my baggy jeans.
My hand tries to reach for the tiny petal, which flashes my memory of her the moment I look at it up close. It's Lily of the Valley. Frankly speaking, I don't care much about flowers and the hidden meanings they have, but a friend of mine, who loves to question almost anything that seems trivial, makes me remember the meaning of this one specific flower that was ever mentioned by her. As my mind keeps my hands from touching the petal, I remember how the flower hides poison behind its beauty. She, who loves to bathe under the sunlight, is a poison I choose. She's addictive but in a good way. Quoting what my friend of mine once said, “Not every poison is harmful; it can be beneficial too.“
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
My ears tingled with a luscious aria floating in the air. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢? I can feel my feet starting to step quickly, as if receiving a sign that the ocean is just around the corner. Yeah, that's it. From a distance, I caught a glimpse of a girl sitting inside a hut with her eyes focused on the sun. It's almost set down after painting the sky in a coral shade. Noticing my presence, she waved her hand and mouthed, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨!
Not long after I enter the hut, the sun goes down in the blink of an eye. The night greets us with its cold breeze, but all I know is the warmness of her beside me. In that endearing silence, my mind recalls the meaning Lily of the Valley has. It means, 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀.