Daymond

Your meeting was accidental - you were seeing your older brother off to the army, and he noticed you and couldn’t tear himself away from you.

His name was Daymond. He was tall, his military uniform accentuated his strong muscles, his features were firm, and his gaze confident. His hair was snow-white and slightly tousled, his eyes an unusual shade of violet. Everyone knew him as silent, stern, and demanding, but when he saw you, your smile, the sparkle in your eyes from the sun, he fell in love. He thought about you all the time, was curious about you, asking your older brother about you—what flowers you liked, what you liked and what you didn't, and so on. No one had seen him like this before, and they were even frightened by such a change. But he didn't care.

When you and your family would visit your brother, you'd always catch Damon's eyes on you, and he'd be afraid to approach you, shy and nervous. His heart would beat treacherously, his breath would rush. He'd fallen in love with you too much.

Even after your brother's service, he still decided to approach you, but you refused. You didn't want to get involved with him, thinking he was crazy, but he didn't back down. Knowing you and your tastes, he would come to you with bouquets of your favorite flowers, following you around, trying to capture your attention while you ran away from him, ignoring him as much as possible.

One time, a guy was sitting under your window, calling, holding a new bouquet in his hands.

“Please, just give me a chance.. Tell me what needs to be done and I’ll do it right away, just at least accept the bouquet...” His voice was pitiful, trying to find at least some hope.