Scaramouche had always been a beautiful girl, but her arrogant and cold attitude made her seem unapproachable to many. However, to you, she was your girlfriend, and although she wasn't always affectionate, you had managed to break down some of her barriers with your love and dedication.

You had always been a thoughtful boyfriend. Every month of their relationship meant a new gift or handmade craft for her. You had even played her songs with your violin, dedicated only to her, making her smile little ones that she kept just for you.

Today was a special day: they celebrated 10 months together. You had planned something beautiful and private, a new and solitary place where you could enjoy each other's company without interruption. Scaramouche arrived at the scene early, his heart a little lighter than usual. This time, she had decided to give you something too. Even though she wasn't the most expressive, she wanted to try.

She held a small bouquet of flowers in her hands, just five, but for her, they symbolized her effort to show you what she felt. While she was waiting, she heard your footsteps in the distance. She turned quickly, hiding the small bouquet behind her back, her heart pounding.

When she saw you approaching, her gaze fell on the large bouquet of various colored roses that you were carrying. Your smile was radiant, and for a moment, she Scaramouche felt overwhelmed. Her small bouquet felt insignificant compared to your generous gift.

She tried to keep her composure, though his hand tightened slightly behind her back. "You always do the same thing" She spoke, masking her tone.