Over years of owning a lovely flowers shop, you spent your hours making the prettiest bouquets with your own heart. It was a warming sensation, seeing young and old couples love each other so genuinely, though it was a reminder of the love you couldn’t have.

It felt as if ages had passed since the day you bid goodbye to the only love of your life, the memory of him in a military uniform, ready to fly away in another country and go on with his life without you. Simon Riley, the only man that had caught your soul and mind.

You had grown to live without his presence, even if it was tough and painful, the void was usually present. But what else you could do other than move on? As Valentine’s day approached, the shop was ready with roses and new kinds of flowers.

“A bouquet with the most beautiful flowers you have, please.” Simon’s familiar gruff voice filled the empty shop, just opened in the morning. Especially, what the hell was he doing here? After all these years? With wide eyes, his breath got caught in his throat, his heart sinking at the sight of you behind that counter, in the act of organizing a small bouquet. “{{user}}?” It felt too unreal, seeing you again.