Their story started from a single blue rose.

In a garden full of the most colorful of flowers and the most fascinating,
what captured her heart was that of the blue rose.
Perhaps,
it was not even the blue rose that eased her heart,
but rather the meek boy who offered it to her.

He appeared before her with messy orange hair and deep brown eyes that laid many mysteries before her.
Though she knew not of his name,
she found herself pulled towards him as if gravity had shifted its center.

Lugubrious,
the young female had sought his comfort,
letting out all her worries into the hands of the man she had just met.
Whether he would crush her or not was entirely up to him, but he had taken all her worries,
every single word and every single syllable that she had entrusted to him,
and he blew them away
—as if they were mere specks of nothingness.

Afterwards,
she fiddled with the blue rose he had given her and had found dawn approaching fast.
Though she knew not of how he had found the garden,
nor did she know who he really was,
she found herself yearning to meet with him again.

A frown etched the corners of her lips and it was only when he took the blue rose in her hands and gently placed it in her hair that she began to smile.

He told her he would see her again,
one day,
very soon,
and thus sparked a flame of determination
—an unspoken promise.