Niel's POV

"Danieeeel, someone sent you a flower", Soyoung yelled out loud from the kitchen.
"Ah, purple hydrangeas?", I ran to the kitchen and looked at it.
"Who's sent that?", Soyoung asked.
"Anonymous, of course. It's my birthday hydrangeas", I sneered at her.
"Heol, I forget that today is your birthday!", she squealed.
"Tsk. It's your son's birthday. How could you always forget it? Even this anonymous always remember my birthday and sent flowers every year...", I blabbered in annoyance.

"I'll make you a birthday cake", Soyoung said as I put my shirt on.
"You don't need to", I sighed and ready to leave the house. I grabbed the hydrangeas and smelled it. The smell of summer rain. Always the same. I looked up to the sky. It's always sunny on my birthday though. I turned 21 this year. I'll have my graduation soon. I study drama in Korea National University of Art. I knew I would take this major since Soojoo took me to act in one high school summer festival drama, I realized that I enjoyed acting. My grades weren't really good anyway, so I auditioned for a spot in university and I got it right away. Soojoo also planned to study drama further but she was scouted as model not long after our high school graduation ceremony. Thinking that it might be a good opportunity for her, she went to one go-sees after another. Next time I knew she was a Chanel exclusive. Living a high life between Paris and New York... we started become strangers to each other. We broke up last year, via Skype. Not that I was mad, but, it was such an unfortunate event. Because, after all this time... I still had feelings for her.

Yeah, for this one other-worldly beautiful platinum blonde in front of me. Her hair blew by the wind, swept her beautiful fair skin. She waited for me in front of the bus stop, wearing a striped sleeveless top and green cargo pants, paired with bright yellow heels.
"I've told you many times to not wear high heels when you walk with me", I said, round my arms around her waist. She laughed as she easily put her arm around my shoulders.
"I want to look good on your birthday", she said mischievously.
"You look good", I said. And she released her arm, so did I.
"Dani-ya... about last night", she averted her eyes to the street.
"We drunk", I said short.
"We shouldn't do that, huh...", she smiled to the ground.
"I know... but didn't we both enjoy it?", I said.
"God. We're so screwed", she giggled.

I chuckled. We might miss those days when we spent the entire day in rent room somewhere, watching dozens of films and cuddling each other. For that aspect, Soojoo was still the same person. Behind that elegant demeanor, still lies the inner nerd of her that enjoy endless movie marathons with tons of beers at weekend. She always called me up to meet every time she was back in Korea, just to experience that routine which she called "hardcore lounging".

"Ah, those hydrangeas", Soojoo pointed the bouquet that now lied on the cafe table while sipping her cold Americano.
"Yeah, my birthday hydrangeas", I smiled.
"God, they still sent you this, for how long already? 5 years? Isn't that bit creepy?", she rolled her eyes.
"Umm it was a joy at first, knowing that I have a secret admirer. Then, 2nd times, 3rd times, it started to be little bit creepy. Then last year, these hydrangeas didn't come at my birthday and weirdly enough I felt worry. When it finally came the next day, I sighed in relief. I thought to myself 'ah do I actually enjoy this anonymous attention'?", I laughed.
"Seriously, you're such a vain", Soojoo giggled.
"And it's always the same words", I opened the card, and stared at it longingly.

"Love is such a persistent feeling", the card said.
Still in the same font of Helvetica Neue Ultra Light. Though everyone knew about this annual bouquet I received, and how I took it with carefree manner, I don't know why deep down inside I felt some kind of melancholy towards it. It should be from the same person that wrote a love letter to me back in the day. What did I do towards them so they could hurt themselves in loving me this deep.

"Let's go to our new apartment", Soojoo stood up to pay the bill.
"Yah, let me pay", I said, gave my money to the cashier. Soojoo just smiled at me.
"I thought you lost all your money to pay our new apartment", she teased me.
"Aish. You're really a snob now, huh? you can use your money to grow back your eyebrows", I ruffled her hair.
"Hahaha... you have to tiptoed just to reach me, how cute", she giggled.
"Tsk. Put off those heels", I said.
"I forget my stuffs back in