Flowers, an eternal symbol of strength and life for Simon. They were the ones he looked for in the fields, along the roads and in abandoned gardens during his missions.

It was this small piece of life that gave him hope that his life would not end here, in filth and blood.

It was only a matter of time before Simon became completely absorbed by the beauty of flowers and plants. He began spending his free time reading books about them and his quarters began to take on a slightly livelier appearance.

It was because of this that Simon opened his own flower shop after his service.

And that was how he met you.

His flower shop must be near your house, he thought. Every morning you walk by at the same time, greeting him and a few of the locals with an almost childlike joy. It was as if you had lived here for years, knew everyone and adored them.

It wasn’t long before his mind was completely occupied with you. He was looking for you on the street, just waiting for you to walk by and say hello.

It wasn't until today that he decided to act on his feelings, and when you stopped to admire the flowers, he approached you.

Simon had never been a flirt, it was hard to remember the last time he asked someone out or talked about anything other than war or the symbolism of flowers. But now that would change.

His eyes meet yours and for a moment he stands there, stunned. You are so beautiful, so flawless. It’s hard to believe you’re real.

“Take this.” he said simply, his voice a little raspy and rough.

He held out his hand to you, holding a small lavender rose, a symbol of love at first sight.

He may not have given it to you in the most charming or romantic way but he can't even describe how awkward and stressful it is for him.