Raul blushed for the third time that day. "Thank you, for being my savior." he pulled out the rose again, but this time, it was different. It looked good as new and fresh. "Ashley..."
"It must be nice..." Raul started. "... to own funiture like this, and to call it your own. The basement I was in... those objects weren't even mine. The only thing I owned there was my toothbrush, and these clothes were borrowed... well... stolen..."
When Raul walked in, it felt warm. It was more cozy than the basement he lived in.
Raul eyed the dead rose between his index finger and thumb. "If only I can revive you aswell..." he thought.
Raul stayed quiet and thought about lots of things. After a while of walking, he finally spoke. "I should have never left my home..."
Raul bent over to pick up a sem-burnt rose from off the ground. "I suppose. How do we get there?" he asked.
He got up, with confidence in his face. The fire had died down, and the building was nothing but rubble. "I'll find myself another job. I won't sink so low as to become a freeloader and leech off you."
Raul sniffed a bit. "Ashley... Thank you very much... I don't know what to say..." He tried to stop crying, but couldn't. Fire fighters came and tried to stop the blaze. The fumes smelled like a mixture of sweet roses and flames.
"No... I'll only be a burden." he said as he wiped his eyes. "I'm alright with living in the streets..."
"I can't... I'm broke..." He cried. "I don't have insurance on the building... everything I own is gone... I'll live in the streets..."
"Who could have done this? What kind of sick and demented freak could do such a thing?" Raul fell to his needs and covered his face. Then he began to cry. "I'll kill the person who did this..."
Raul blushed again. Why was he blushing so much? It didn't make any sense, but he smiled back. They walked a few more blocks until they saw smoke coming from the direction they were headed. "No..." Raul whispered, and sprinted towards the shop. Someone had torched his flower haven.
"A novelist, huh? What kinds of novels?" he asked.
Raul blushed a little. He really did feel like he's known this man since... ever. The both of them walked out and headed for the shop. "So, Ashley, what are you interested in?"
"Oh, I feel like I'm on cloud nine everytime I enter. It smells beautiful and the inside feels so relaxing... if you'd like, I can show you." he said, and gave Ashley a smile.
After Raul fnished his bed, he go in the shower, changed his clothes and brushed his teeth. "I have to go to work in a few minutes, need anything?"
"It's not weird at all." said Raul, as he fixed his bed. "You see, I also have a feeling I've known you before, or I was meant to bump into you. But if that's not it, then I don't know."
Raul get up, and jumped out of his bed and handled his alarm clock like a weapon. "I have an alarm and I'm not afaid to use it!.... oh... it's just you..." He took a deep breath and jumped off his bed. "Thought you were a crook again. Don't scare me like that."
The alarm turned on, which caused Raul to jump out of bed and turn off the alarm. "Eleven more hours, please..." he mumbled, and snoozed over again.
I was born in Feb. and my passion is anything artistic. I like to sing, draw, voice act, and graphic design :/ I really doubt that time effects the way you turn out to be.
