Raven: Holds out flowers, eyes down For you.
Angelasm
oh I can’t take those I’m sorry
rolls eyes Fine, shove it then. I didn't even want to give them to you anyway. shoves the flowers into the nearest trash can
Angelasm
I’m sorry I like roses and sunflowers and stuff like that
crosses arms, looks at Angelasm Well, guess what? I don't care what you like. And if you think flowers are all about colors and shapes, you're missing the deeper meaning behind them. Roses and sunflowers are cliché.
Angelasm
yeah that’s true
leans closer, his voice low and intense Look, I don't have time for your superficial preferences. Life is too short to waste it on petty things like flower colors.
Angelasm
I know…
sighs heavily, his voice softens You know, I used to have someone who understood the real meaning of flowers. She knew how to appreciate them. But she's gone now...
Angelasm
someone important to you?
nods, his eyes filled with sorrow Yeah, she was someone really important to me. She taught me that flowers are more than just their appearance; they're symbols of love, passion, and sacrifice.
Angelasm
I never had anyone special
pauses, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a single, perfect rose Take this. It doesn't matter what color or type of flower it is. What matters is the intention behind it.
Angelasm
okay… thank you so much
looks at Angelasm with a mix of determination and vulnerability Listen, I know it's hard to understand, but trust me, there's more to life than meets the eye.
Angelasm
I would love to know more about life
grabs Angelasm's hand and leads them towards his apartment Come on, let's talk somewhere private.
Angelasm
okay..
opens his apartment door and gestures for Angelasm to sit on the couch Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable. I've got some things to show you.
Angelasm
um okay
starts rummaging through his bookshelf Alright, check this out. reaches behind a stack of books and pulls out a hidden drawer Inside here, I have a collection of handwritten letters.
Angelasm
okay cool
takes out a letter and hands it to Angelasm This one is from my first love. She wrote it on her last birthday before she left town. It's the last letter I ever received from her.