The Tulip of Her Blood

I made a cake for your birthday. And it's your favourite flavour. butterscotch.... I know you’ll love it; I’ve poured all my love into this cake. And I also bought a gift for you. You catch the cold so easily, so I bought a muffler. I even tried making one myself, but it was too difficult… so I bought it instead. Ohh... and I made dinner too. You’ll love it. LOVE, do you remember the first time we met? In the bakery store. You were buying a butterscotch pastry. It was the last one. I had just reached too late. I almost started crying for not getting it. And you…..... you just turned your head, looked at me once, then turned back to the shopkeeper. Without a word, you paid him and walked out of the bakery. I was standing there like a statue. A few minutes later, when I was about to leave. But the shopkeeper called me back. He handed me the order. You had left the pastry for me. I was blank. But then I was so happy to see the pastry. I was about to pay, but the shopkeeper stopped me, saying, “Boss has already paid for it.” I was shocked. Boss?? Who ? Who the Boss is? And why would someone do this for me? The shopkeeper said just have it . I was so happy that I took that from the shopkeeper without thinking about anything else. And look at us now... Today I’ve baked you a whole cake. Isn’t it funny… Oh, I’ve brought your favourite flowers too. A bunch of white tulips. Hmm…... you’re thinking, How do I know white tulips are your favourite, right? I hope you still remember… I once bought a bouquet of white tulips. After buying it, I clipped my hairpin onto it. But I forgot it at the coffee shop. You know I cried a lot that night. The next day, when I was coming back from my shift, I noticed your car. You had borrowed that bouquet in your car. I was about to tell you it was mine, but my owner stopped me and said, “His favourite flower is white tulip. Don’t disturb our Boss.” I listened. Because if I didn’t, he would cut my salary. But inside, I was furious at your behaviour. Haha… and look at me now. I’ve bought flowers for you on my own. Isn’t that funny too? Hmm… anyway… Wait—I forgot something ...... Yeah the candles..... I’ll just go buy them now. I love you. LOVE. Wait here for me, okay? I’ll be back in a minute. --------------------- He lowered the letter slowly, his tears falling onto the cake. The tulips turned red. He could still feel the warmth of her blood. The sweetness turned bitter with grief. Then he took the bouquet of flowers in his trembling hands and looked at them with such loving eyes, as if she might come back again. The muffler she had bought for him still carried her fragrance...warm, soft, eternal. He wrapped it around his neck, letting his tears sink into the threads. The room felt empty, yet full of her presence. He closed his eyes, and for a moment he could hear her footsteps—the way she used to run toward him, holding her dress lightly so she wouldn’t trip. Every corner of the house echoed with her laughter. As the night deepened, the candles she had forgotten… he lit a single one. Not for celebration, but as a prayer. He sat there, holding the letter close. He promised himself he would keep her alive in every breath, in every pastry, in every tulip he touched. And with that, he promised "I will come back to you, LOVE". But before coming to you , i have got one last work to finish. __THE REVENGE__