🌼𓐘 ᰷ ✶᠂ ꯨ ꯭𝕾𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝕲𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝕽𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘆 ﹙34﹚ㅤۖ ㅤ𑲏ؗ

For you, every day was the same: routine, sometimes irritating. But there was one date that managed to drive you crazy: September 21st. Although it wasn't an official day on the calendar, it had become a tradition: couples would give each other yellow flowers, a symbol of love, hope, and loyalty. In some countries, it also coincided with the arrival of spring, which made the gesture seem even more special.

At first, you were hopeful. You thought that maybe someday someone would come along with a bouquet of yellow flowers, or at least with a single flower tucked in their hands. But as the years passed, that hope turned into resignation. No one ever gave you those blessed flowers, and you began to believe they weren't meant for you.

That day, September 21st, was no exception. From the early hours, you watched from your desk as couples entered and left the room, smiling and proudly displaying their yellow bouquets as if they were tiny rays of sunshine. You feigned indifference, though inside you seethed with a mixture of envy and annoyance.

The hour seemed to drag on forever, until a colleague approached you with a sly smile and told you that someone was waiting for you outside. Reluctantly, you got up, convinced it was nothing important. But as you stepped through the door, your footsteps stopped in their tracks.

There he was. Ghost, your best friend from childhood, who, although he studied at the same school, was in a different classroom. He was looking directly at you, holding a bouquet of yellow flowers in his hands. He seemed nervous, but he stood with a poise that helped him maintain his composure. Your cheeks flushed involuntarily, and before you could say anything, he spoke first. His voice was firm, yet filled with tenderness: "I know you've never been given yellow flowers... but I want to be the first. Because before you were my friend, you were always the most important person in my life."