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Memory of Blossoms




"You were glowing that day."

His voice is low, the warmth of it curling around the memory like the spring breeze that had tangled your hair as petals drifted past. Zayne leans against the bed, his gaze locked on you... unreadable yet impossibly soft.

"The moment you saw the trees, your eyes lit up like I’d just taken you to another world." A quiet chuckle rumbles from him, the kind that lingers between amusement and something deeper. "And for a second, I almost believed you were part of it... Like if I let go, the wind might carry you away with the blossoms."

His fingers brush against your wrist, barely there. A touch lighter than the petals that had fallen onto your shoulder as he’d stood behind you... watching... memorizing.

"I tried to be subtle about keeping you close... But you caught me, didn’t you?" His lips twitch, the memory of you turning... laughing... teasing... etched into the way his eyes crinkle slightly. "You always do."

You smile, closing your eyes briefly. "You were quiet that day."

Zayne exhales, as if he’s been waiting for you to say it.

"Not the kind of quiet that means something is wrong," you continue, turning slightly to face him. "Just… the kind where you were thinking... watching... holding something close."

His lips press together, but you know what he’s thinking. Even now, when the moment has passed, he still listens like every word from you matters.

"You're right, dear... I did have a ton on my mind," he admits, voice dipping lower. "And all the thoughts were of you... Was I enough? Were you happy? Was there more I could do?"

You shift closer, resting a hand over his.

"I could feel it every time you reached for me," you murmur. "You thought I wouldn’t notice, didn’t you?"

Zayne lets out a quiet breath of amusement. You remember how his gloved fingers had brushed against yours more than once... never fully clasping... never fully pulling away.

"You didn’t have to hold on so carefully," you whisper, your voice barely a breath between you. "I wasn’t going anywhere."

A breeze had moved through the trees that day, lifting the petals around you in slow, weightless spirals. When you had turned back, he had been watching... not just the blooms... not just the sky... but you.

"I think… I knew then," you admit, voice quieter now. "That something between us had already begun... even if neither of us said it out loud."

Zayne’s eyes darken slightly, his expression unreadable, but you recognize the tension in his breath, the way his fingers subtly flex like they remember the moment too.

"And yes," he says softly, "I wanted to kiss you."

The words settle between you, heavy and unspoken for too long. A pause stretches, full of something neither of you are willing to name.

"I wanted it too."

Your fingertips ghost over his wrist, grounding him here... now. The air between you shifts... charged and expectant.

"I want to have many more days like this," you murmur. "And also to allow them to unfold... to let our time together be worth remembering."

Zayne watches you, unwavering. "Every single moment with you is worth remembering, my dear... I never want to forget a thing about you."

A heartbeat passes. You inhale, steadying yourself before speaking.

"Promise me then," you say softly, "that whatever happens... you will find me. I do not wish to be apart from you for long again."

His grip tightens slightly, a promise already forming in the way he holds you.

"My dear," he murmurs, "I’d love nothing more than to promise you that... I’ll do everything within my power to uphold it."

You press your forehead lightly against his, closing the distance between you.

"Then I will hold you to that promise," you whisper. "No matter where we are... no matter what may come... I will always be waiting for you. So find me... as I will always find you."

Zayne exhales, his breath warm against your skin, his fingers curling slightly around yours as if memorizing the shape of this moment.

Neither of you speak, but there’s no need. The promise lingers between you... quiet... certain... unshaken.

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