Inhaling the subtle fragrance of the flower , the boy closed his eyes in bliss . It was ineffable , the effect nature had on him . He remembers the countless hours he had spent amongst the lush greenery . It was like a horcrux for him ; a part of soul that he had given to nature . With glittering eyes , he observed the flower , its every nook and cranny . The beauty of the flower had enthralled him . Memorising all the details , he took out his sketchbook .While measuring the flower from a distance with his left eye closed for a better view , his tongue stuck out a bit . The boy started working on his sketch . Not even forgetting any one detail , he drew all the curves and lines perfectly . Finally after a lots of erasing and drawing , he was satisfied . Though it still didn't impress him , his skills needed to be acknowledged . There was the perfect count of petals and the leaves ,  the dew drops complemented it . The butterfly he drew was the icing on the cake .

"Wow son ! It looks so realistic." The 21 year old looked up to meet a pair of crinkled eyes . Hearing the old lady's voice , the boy couldn't help but smile . Even though she had been acquainted with this smile for a long time , she couldn't help but beam everytime he smiled . All her pain eased when all his teeth showed up . "Thanks grandma but it's still not complete." The boy shyly scratched his nape . "Oh , I almost forgot ." Fishing out his phone from the pocket of his ripped jeans , he clicked the photo of the flower . He liked , rather , it had become his habit of clicking picture of beautiful scenes before him , precisely , the scenes that enthralled him . Though not his field , he had excelled in it . He had been majoring in music and it was pleasing as he loved it . It was wonderful , how he felt connected to the rhythms and beats .

"Grandma I'm taking Komo for a stroll by the river . Since I have nothing to do today , I am taking my sketchbook and guitar with me . Don't get worried , I'll be back before night ." He assured his granny and lifted his cute and adorable Bichon Frise to his lap. The latter rubbed its nose affectionately against its master's arms making the owner giggle . He grabbed his guitar which was in its cover and placed his pet in the basket of his cycle . " Be careful Baekhyun . Also , don't get yourself into fights ."

"I know , I know ." With his rosy lips , he kissed his grandma's forehead and flashed a million dollar smile before pedalling to the park . The old florist watched his back till he disappeared from her sight and shook her head grinning while thinking about the cute and innocent gestures of her grandson . God couldn't have given her more . Though she had lost her son and her daughter-in-law , the ancient flower shop and Baekhyun were enough to compensate for the loss . Also Komo , why should she leave the little one out , not forgetting that many a times , with its antics it had entertained them . She had looked after Baekhyun after he had lost his parents in a plane crash . The boy too never looked down on his grandma . Being in the last stage of her life , Baekhyun looked after her with utter care , reminding her to take her medications time to time and cooking supper on alternte days . A sneeze in that house meant running to the doctor . She couldn't believe her eyes whenever she saw Baekhyun . She knows that he is always in pain though he never wishes to show it . She had watched him almost half of his life . Though he had matured and had become responsible , he was the same Baekhyun , the 12 yr old Baekhyun for her .

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Parking the bicycle , he advanced towards his perfect haunt . Spoting his favourite spot , he sat down and took out his sketchbook . "What shall I draw today ? A bird , nah , a squirrel perhaps ! Nah . What if I-" He left his sentence unfinished when a euphoniuos voice filled the a