A red magical rose blooms in the water, visible only to her. Everywhere else is hollow, but she lives in a house surrounded by light and beautiful gardens near the lakes. Sometimes she stands outside the door, waiting in the garden, expecting to see the brown-haired child who lives next door but never got the chances to.
She had no idea that she had slipped away one day, and he had been waiting for her, curious and try everything he could to keep her looking at him. And the day dissolves into a blur, and the love story begins here.
“Mama it’s really dark outside i can’t keep looking for the leaves🍃”
“Get inside, dear. We continue looking for it and plant the seeds tomorrow”
The whispering of sidestep from the bushes give her a thrill yet curious of it. So she headed towards it until bumping into somethi-someone.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Shambling like that…Are you insane?”
“Oh i just keel over the bicycle down there. Are you the red ribbon girl mom keep mentioning you?” Shooot
“God, out of the question yet you ask me that? How ridiculous”
The Red Ribbon Girl remembered she had left her particular ribbon in his chamber the day before and why did he knows?
“I was looking for you, tho” no way he read her mind…
“Okay back to the topic, and let me help you and walk you home”
She removed the headband off her hair and placed it over his knees to keep the blood from pouring out. And how spellbound he looks at her, yet she lifts his arm heavily to help him walking home. he is really something, she muttered slowly.
When they arrived home, she lit the candle as usual and went to the kitchen to prepare the cure for him. Nonetheless, he stared at her with curiosity and compassion, busy with her things and unsure what to do. He despises the stillness atmosphere between them and did a thing for being talkative and chatty around her.
“Mom says don’t touch all those things, but it turns out it’s all yours. How come I didn’t notice?”
“Because you never home”
“I DID? Look at me here. You don’t even want to talk to me and show yourself”
“You are so fussy. Just let me finish this without you interrupting please?”
“Yet i’m genius, handsome, good looking and i have friends”
“Okay Mr. So perfectly fine. Now shut up”
Five minutes he got bored so he is up again for something so silly
“You are taking so long, what are you mak — OH MY GOD IT SHINES”
“I asked you to shut up oh my god, Zoe!”
“You did magic? Can you trick a spell on me?” This boy is real and amusing, she thought
“No. I just make a cure and that’s it.”
So you’re familiar with the leaves, flowers, and flour? You aren’t an expert by any stretch of the imagination. Should I say you’re a wizard, or should I say you’re a magician? Is Harry Potter a buddy of yours?” GOD GRACIOUS
“You better sit down and be QUIETTT so i can salve the treatment to you and going home.”
He obey her and sits down, looking down to the jar she holds with fascinating and curious eyes while his face looked tense and pained because the cure and it makes the girl giggling all the way until she tuck the jar, which intentionally he saved it.
“You clumsy little girl, don’t you dare laughing at me while pouring this?” He smirked slyly and tease her. With his intrusive doing, the sudden urge to squeeze on the wound ferociously is up for her mission.
“GOD YOU ARE REALLY SOMETHING” He screams and the girl left all laughing.
“It’s over. It will heal after 2–3 hours so you better sleep after this. I’m going home”
She gathered all of her belongings and placed them usually in his kitchen, as she prepared to return home.
“I’m glad you help me. I get to know you better than i was before. Thank you, Wizard Dasha”
“Yeah, get well soon then.” She shook his head in disbelief with how he called her.
“Let’s bake tomorrow? I’m intrigued by your ability as to how you make things taste so good when you bake it with mom. It’s a date for me. Please don’t say no.” He says with a broad smile on his face. And it appeared to be really charming.
Being one of a wizard with special ability is not bad after all, she said while closing the door with a little smile.
Just like a folk song, our love will be passed on.
