The sweet scent of white roses

Ally sat infront of her huge wooden desk, working away on her laptop. Her windows were open. Just then, a gentle breeze blew past, carrying the sweet fragrance of white roses to her nose. She paused in her work and turned towards her right, smiling slightly as she looked at the 2 stalks of white roses that sat quietly at a corner of her desk.

Ally had never received any flowers before, much less catch a whiff of white roses. The closest she got to smelling anything that might possibly be the scent of white roses would be her Bulgarian white roses facial masks.. but that's a whole different story — and smell as well.

Ally's phone rang. It was him. Ally picked up the call.
"Hello! Where are you?"
"Taking the lift up to your home."
Ally hung up, took her keys, skipped to the door, flung it wide open, she unlocked the gates, and without putting any shoes, she went out barefooted into the corridor and sat on her swing as she waited for his arrival.

While Ally sat on the swing, with the swing rocking gently in a slow rhythm, she gazed up.. White clouds were scattered across the blue sky in an uneven pattern, the sun gracing the land below with its warm rays. It was a beautiful day. And then Ally heard the rustling of plastic, he's finally here —with her J. CO. donuts! She had been bugging him for weeks for the deliciously sweet donuts that were perfectly crispy on the outside and tenderly soft on the inside, glazed with a thin layer of white sugar coating at the top.

"My donuts!!!" Ally cheered.
He appeared before her after the turn of a corner. The bag that carried her donuts came into her view first. Ally grabbed the bag happily.
"Did you buy for my mummy?"
"Er... Inside got 3! You can give her one!"
"Hor hor!!! Never buy for her! You die.." Ally teased him.

Ally shook her head in mock dismay as she stood up from the swing and made her way back into the house.

"Wei.." He said.
"Tsk tsk.." Ally continues shaking her head.
"What?" Ally turned around as she voiced her question.

From his back, he whipped out a small bouquet of two white roses. Ally froze. She stared at the flowers in disbelief. This was the first time that anyone had ever given her any flowers. What's more.. There wasn't any celebratory meaning of any special occasions attached to it. It was merely another ordinary Saturday which he came over to her place to chill and simply spend time with her.

Slowly, Ally reached out for the flowers. As the tip of Ally's fingers touched the bouquet and her fingers wrapped around the stem of the flowers, she couldn't help screaming in her head, "They are real!!!!! He bought flowers for me! He is giving me flowers!!! My favourite flowers! White roses!!!" If he said anything at all, Ally had no recollection of them. She was too high up in the clouds to hear whatever that he had said. Ally muttered a soft 'thank-you' to him which hardly sufficed in expressing the immense sense of gratitude that was stirring within her.

Holding her delicate flowers cautiously in her hands, and with the wide silly smile that hung on her face, she made her way back into the house with him following close behind her...

And he says the mushiest things ever

Ally couldn't help smiling to herself and feeling silly for having done so. That tiny flame dancing around in her heart, it was hard to ignore. She was never one for anything mushy, however she made a drastic change for him. She found herself doing things which she couldn't comprehend, from making surprise picnics to planning surprise movie marathons. She wondered what other surprises could she ever come up with -- and frankly those surprises surprised her as well!

She sat before her desk, fiddling with her water bottle and her medication for her swollen left eye. She knew that her mother would be walking into her room any minute to nag her for not having taken her medication yet, for she should have after having just returned from the doctor's. However, her mind was elsewhere. It was on the things that he had said a couple of minutes ago. Ally thought, how could anyone ever come up with such cheesy lines?! And why is it that he and the things that he say, have such an effect on her? It was like a fireworks show going on in her head! So many colours, so bright, so pretty, so explosive.. they made her light-headed!

"I should paint this colour for next week then I'll be an awesome girlfriend/wife-to-be for the week!"
"Don't paint yet! Wait for me to be there and I'll paint it for you!"
"Er... Hmm the next time that you'll see me will be 11 days later? You've got your exams coming up and you have to train for your IPPT which is on Wednesday, no?"
"Let me do it please! Let me have the honour of giving you the title."

There, it was that line. It made her go giddy. It made her happy. Damn it. Ally knew that she shouldn't be, but she is.. vulnerable to his cheesy lines. She liked it when he affirmed her with his words and she need not affirm herself with her thoughts. It made her seem self-delusional when she did it, and in a way she felt insecure. It isn't that she has no faith in him, she simply preferred the faith that he gave her on his own accord..

Ally's smile grew a little wider when she noticed that by coincidence, the colour of that polish shade was his favourite colour too. Blue. The little things that girls notice and associate with, how silly and foolish it caused them to be. For better or for worst, Ally knew that it was not within her grasp, but rather the person who wield such powers/possess such gifts within his hands, unknowingly.