When Love Blooms

Chapter Fifty Six

Night is her favorite time of all. No matter how it look, gloomy, darky or the moon shinning brightly or even crescent moon or when the stars sparkling on the night sky, which is even better.

She just loves night no matter how it comes. And today is no exceptions, with the few stars lightning up the sky, while she sat staring into the darkness with the early September air which is semi cold blowing gently on her face.

She is dressed in an oversized hoodie, some of Jawad clothes that were at the house, which Shuraim didn't get his hand on. Same with the gray joggers, and from the inside, is her tan top, then the jersey veil she wrapped her head with follow by the hoddie.

All in all, you can easily mistake her for a troubled student rather than I confused adult with a child.

After today's be birthday, she needed her rest, a chance to caught on her breath and especially since Rauda is with her sisters.

But then she is even more troubled than before the birthday and that awkward encounter with Nabila this evening, it left her more transfixed and confused.

Layla took a deep breath looking down at the piece of a white rose which she turning in her hand. One of the advantages of coming to the school garden, is she always get her favorite rose and their scent are just heavenly.

Although this is her first time coming to the rose garden in 4years, which alot has changed by the way. They planted more roses and all the wooded chairs has turned into a gazebo.

All the roses are into bloom which is definitely from the special manure used for them, which is why it was so tempting unplugging the rose that she didn't bother when the thorn prick deep into the flesh of her fingers, she consider that the price she has to pay.

She love white roses, they're beautiful, peaceful. But also, because they symbolize the most beautiful and painful part of her life.

Whenever she remember Jawad now, she remember him with this flower and quite frankly is painful, but no matter how painful it is, she doesn't want to forget.

She wants to cherish them until her last breath if possible. Somethings are impossible and she has long accepted that even though she will be lying to herself if she deny the memories that stir her emotions, making her act like a zombie most atime.

She is just putting up a brave face, acting tough while forcing herself to focus on the birthday preparation to forget their brief encounter but even that had become impossible.

With just a one minute break that she gets, she have her mind automatically trailing back him, wondering why he is in town? Is he back for good? Will he be staying for long? Will they meet again?

All this unanswered question makes her head hurt but she can't stop herself from thinking them, most importantly she wishes to have the answer of the question that she has been asking herself for far to long. "Why?"

Truly, she has come to accept the fact that it is indeed a curse and a blessing to be able to love so fiercely, so intimately, so intensely that you can't choose between loving or hating the person at the same time.

The light slowly started lightening up from the garden door which caught the attention of  Layla as she trail her gaze with the light bit by bit until the whole place became bright.

That's when the water inside the fountain started moving which made her to transfers her gaze to it as very few drops splashes on her face because of the force it started with.

A faint smile appear on Layla's face while she looked down sadly. Her chest constricting more and more with every breath she takes.

Will it ever stop? She wonders with her hand curling to a fist. Will she ever look back one day and smile at the memories they shared together or at what their lives could have been and feel nothing?