The Flower #RWChallenge4

#RWChallenge4

Scenario: An upper teen boy has lost the love of his life only a few minutes ago by pulling off a troublesome act. She no longer wants to be around someone who has caused her pain. He wants her back, but he doesn't know how to.

[The word I got was Precious. Definiton: of great value; not to be wasted or treated carelessly.]

"As if it means anything to you!" The boy continued to pace back and forth in the study room of the house. His heart beating crazy-like with his hands shaking. The male constantly would run his fingers through his hair and tug at the strands. His breathing was in a panting state.

"My son, you need to stay calm in this situation to figure out how to fix it. You need to have patience and cool off your worry. If she really meant something to you, you wouldn't have gone through such a stunt to hurt her." His father had been leaning against the desk filled with business papers. He picked up a book and blew off the dust from it. The old man stared down at the title of the book. The title of the book didn't matter, but he continued to process how he could help his son. "Son, how precious was this girl to you?"

"Very much, Father, very much she was precious to me. I told her every day I saw her," the son spoke with worry. His voice was a bit shaky. Tears were slowly welling up in his eyes. The father to a deep heavily sigh dropping his shoulders and placing the book back down upon the desk.

"Did you ever tell her when she was asleep? Did you ever tell her through letters? Did you ever say it to the wind hoping she would hear it?" His father stood up leaning upon his cane for balance. "Did you? Or perhaps, the thing was you felt like saying it only when you saw her."

"Father, no! I mean...I thought about saying the things when we were apart doing our daily business. I guess I only told her when she was physically in front of me. Father, I... help me, Father." The boy slumped up against a bookcase to rest from standing.

"Jacob, I think you need to figure this out yourself. Just exactly what did you do to have her drift away so fast? You haven't told me about it. As far as I know, Son, you have committed a crime that you shouldn't have. That was creating a pain that was purposeful and not by being accidental." Jacob looked down upon the ground not wanting to say. A tear slowly left his tear duct and made its own path down his cheek.

"I-I-I touched....the flower," Jacob sniffled. His father's hand gripped the head of his cane tightly. Tension in the room grew from empathy to disappointment.

"JACOB! YOU SPECIFICALLY KNEW THAT FLOWER IS NOT MEANT TO BE TOUCHED!" His father waved his cane while pointing it at his son. "THAT'S A DEATH FLOWER! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HER! WHERE IS IT?!"

"It's in the garden still... Only, the flower is on the ground in shattered glass from the vase. Father, I-"

"DON'T 'FATHER' ME! I TOLD YOU THAT FLOWER WAS SPECIAL FOR A REASON! YOU HAVE VIOLATED HER! THOSE PETALS WEREN'T MEANT TO BE TOUCHED JUST BY ANY HUMAN HANDS! WHY YOU-" Jacob's father was ready to strangle his own son, but he stopped once he saw his wife peer around the archway of to the study room.

"Honey, come. We need to go get her from outside and bring her in. I'll make sure the flower is kept away from any human hands nearby," his wife spoke in a soft tone. She made eye with her son, Jacob. Both of them knew she was ashamed of what he had done. Jacob said nothing to his mother as she grabbed her shawl exiting the house into the moonlight. His father hobbled his way to grab his coat holding a tight grip on cane still.

"Father, I didn't know the roots of the flower or the very flower itself was attached to her. I thought it was just a regular flower..." Jacob continued.

"My son, that's where you were wrong," the father replied placing his top hat upon his head. "Now if you will excuse me, I have to go help my wife with a young woman." His father left the house closing the door with some anger. Jacob sighed grabbing his coat and bunching it up in his hands. He walked up the stairs to his bedroom. From the window in his room, he could watch them helping up the sobbing girl nearby a tree. She was weak by not having great balance. His mother and father had placed her in between them for . Jacob's eyes wandered to the face of his love. She lifted her head up as if she knew he would be looking through the window. Their eyes made for a second before he stepped away from view. He couldn't believe what he had done to her.

Four hours went by, it seemed as time stood still during one in the morning. Jacob wasn't able to sleep and sat up for a few minutes before getting out of the bed. His parents were sleeping creating a reason for him to sneak his way down the hall to the girl's room. He needed to apologize. It was driving him mad that he had hurt her badly. It's even worse when she caught him in the act of doing it. His actions had caused her damage internally and externally through that flower. All he could think about was to apologize and make it up to her. To do that, his hand covered her bedroom doorknob and gently turned it. Jacob opened the door quietly to find her awake and looking out the sun window next to her bed. He took one step in her bedroom creating a creak on the floorboards. Her head turned toward him. "What do you want?" Her voice was in a weak soft tone. To him, she looked as if she had been crying for hours. All the tears have drained her from talking with stability.

"I-I came to apologize." He continued to walk quietly in her room aiming to sit at the foot of her bed.

"Jacob, I don't need your apologies. It'll be fine. I'll get over it," she sniffled wiping her face cheeks dry. She looked back out at the window.

"Look, I didn't mean to hurt you or be so careless. I just didn't think-"

"Yeah, well, you were careless, Jacob. You wasted the advice your parents gave you. You wasted me, and you treated all of us carelessly, especially me." The girl started to sob again. Jacob became puzzled at the same time he felt guilty.

"I-I wasted you? How?" He didn't know the official reason, and he wanted to make it better.

"Jacob, that rose in the garden is literally connected with me genetically. Those petals are sensitive to touch. It's difficult to understand, but it's like being intimate with someone physically. If a petal is plucked, I could bleed, but some years of my life are taken away from me. That rose will live and prosper as long as I'm alive. I'll live as long as that rose unless someone misuses it and destroys it. My point is... Jacob, you have taken my virginity and wasted it. You took at least three years of my life away by plucking that cursed rose," she explained. Tears fell from her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. His shoulders drooped as he felt even worse about what he had done.

"I-I'm s-so sorry, A-" She hushed him by placing a finger on his lips.

"Shh, that's no longer my actual name. It never was my actual name. The one who has taken the most delicate thing and touched it with their own hands shall be the one as my caretaker." The girl shifted herself to face Jacob. "Precious. My real name is Precious Madora. Jacob, I don't know how you feel about magic and its guidelines, but... since you have touched me...since you have taken the flower, which is the most delicate thing in my life.... you are now my caretaker. You're meant to be the love of my life. It is part of the guidelines for someone who is attached to such a flower. If you don't want to be so, I don't want you to know what will happen once you leave after rejecting the position. All I will say is that my days of sun and moon will end the moment you're out of sight. Dust will only remain as it flows toward the light heading onto its own journey. Will you accept me as your bride, Jacob?" Tears continued to fall from her cheeks revealing a curse that she has to hold for eternity. Jacob was frozen in place. It wasn't the way he wanted it to go for such a future. He didn't mean to have taken away something so delicate. However, his heart fluttered with a luxurious heartbeat. His hands became a little sweaty and his breathing sped up.

"Precious, yes, I'll take you as my love. I will gladly take you as the one for me in this world." He cupped her face in his hands looking at every feature of her tired face. His thumbs wiped away the last tears of pain she would ever feel.

"Then, you, Jacob, will be the love of my life until the day the rose withers away with me. In return, I am very happy to have found the one I have loved dear since day one," Precious smiled. Jacob wrapped her in his arms and kissed her lips ionately running his hand down her arm softly at a slow pace. Precious was finally going to fully bloom as a young woman in the moonlight.