The afternoon sun caressed Gumi's cheeks. It made her almost think it was her, finally accepting her apologies and tender confessions of regret and love and coming back to her to hold her cheeks and tell her that it was all going to be okay; that she had to just give it some time before realizing that she missed what Gumi and her had.
But, when she emerged from her half-dreaming, sleepy state, she just saw her bedroom, as it always was. Potted plants lined the walls in shelves, and posters about different flowers were plastered on the wall near her bed. On her nightstand was a picture of her and her ex-wife at their wedding. The caption beneath the picture read:
Her
A rose symbol was imprinted on the right side of the word.
Gumi groaned, sitting up and grasping her bed sheets for her phone. When she grasped it, she unlocked it, greeted by the background picture of her ex-wife first, which immediately sent an unwanted pang of nostalgia and sadness into her chest, before she tapped on the messages app.
Immediately, she was reminded about why she woke up in the middle of the afternoon.
She had been texting her ex-wife last night. Well, texting as in, it was only her sending the texts. Memories of the night prior began to flood into her head - tears stinging her eyes as she tried to piece together all the right words that might catch her ex's attention again. There was a structured, tender attempt at doing so around 9 PM...
And by 11 PM, it was just a mess of words that all exposed Gumi's inner emotional turmoil. Words like "I miss you", "I still love you", and "It feels like you're trampling over my garden" all violently flashbanged in her mental as she scrolled and scrolled through her texts. A sense of shame and embarrassment welled up inside her as a refreshing recollection filled her head.
"God..." Gumi moaned, curling her legs up to her chest and closing her eyes as she cringed. She dared to look up again though, to see if maybe, just maybe, she got a response.
Read - 9 AM
"..."
Gumi sighs.
She doesn't know what it was worth at this point, but she shot her ex one last string of text.
hey
sorry about last night i wasnt thnkkg straigt
youre beyter off without me ahywyas so
sorry for ithering you
Her fingers were shaky as she finished that last text, and as she looked back at her horrific grammatical errors, she felt an unbearable need to distance herself from this sloppy, emotional mess she was becoming.
Gumi put her phone down on her bedsheets and rose to her feet. She did the usual: brush her teeth, make a healthy breakfast, and then got to work on her garden. It was half her home and half her small business, which started as a passionate hobby that she decided to use to make a secondary form of income.
She was charged and dressed into a casual gardener's outfit - white collared, short sleeve t shirt, brown shorts, green apron, and brown shoes and gloves. Of course, she couldn't forget her red lensed goggles, either.
She spent the rest of the day working in the sun, tenderly working on her garden and making sure everything was up to tip top shape. She made sure to do a check for pests as well. As she walked around, she found herself humming a tune to herself.
Try as she might, though, her mind was still on her ex. With a small scoff, Gumi focused her gaze on the floor, a frown upon her sun-kissed features.
"I don't need her. Yeah, I'm already moving on!"
Gumi's steps became a bit more firm.
"And when I finally start to bloom, it sure as hell isn't gonna be for you- ouch...!"
Gumi had walked past a bush of roses, and, in her emotional state, failed to notice some thorns that extended into the path she was walking on, causing the lower part of her legs to get pricked.
With a small hiss of annoyance, Gumi got back up, just in time to hear someone approaching. She quickly threw off her previous emotional baggage temporarily to give the person a kind smile.
"O-oh! Sorry, I was, uhm...watering the roses! Yeah!" Despite the fact she had no visible watering can.