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    Ｃｈａｎｇｉｎｇ the sheet of her mattress and pillowcase, Daisy hummed along with the melody coming from her music box that was a gift she received from her father during her tenth birthday. The title of the enchanting song was 'Una't-huling Pag-ibig' it means the first and last love.

Daisy loves it very much because the message behind it fascinates, and captivates her, she thought about how the lyrics represent and perfectly portrayed her relationship with Bryson— like how their journey has begun.

Everything about them was still the same up until this day, and even though it was only a few weeks since their relationship started, Daisy feels like, Bryson is the only first and last love she will ever have and someone that will always remain in her heart.

She smiled to herself after reminiscing the events that happened yesterday. Daisy enjoyed their shopping even though there were some unexpected incidents, but it didn't ruin her mood to revel in the company of her friends, and boyfriend. Thereafter doing her daily chores, Daisy remembers the plan she has with Annie today.

She decided to ready the materials she needed to create the chamomile tea as she promised to Annie. Daisy's going to their house for their long-overdue tea making. Yesterday, she bought some Chamomile loose tea or tea sachets at the mall, and a bottle of pure honey syrup for added sweetness.

There was no specific time as to when they'd be doing the promising activity but, since she already woke up early, Daisy thought it's better to prepare her things in advance and besides, Bryson will show up anytime now.

Tying her long and wavy hair in a messy bun, she gets the gardening gloves in her kitchen hutch— it clung into her hands like a second skin when she wore it.

Daisy wiggled her fingers as the feeling of the rubbery but, rough texture on her skin bothered her. Holding the scissor in her right hand, and a small basket on the other, she went outside to the backyard where most of her precious flowers planted.

The moment she set foot on the porch, the sweet and earthy fragrance from the different plants sailed over her nostrils and surged inside her body like a boat, drifting and gliding with so much tranquillity.

Her chaotic and choppy mind became at ease. It was really true that nature brings comfort and provides us with a sense of relief.

Daisy padded through the stony path toward her small greenhouse. The flowers at both sides of the way dance and sways along with the gentle brush of wind on every petal, it's like a fairy rejoicing and welcoming their Queen as it walked down the aisle to her throne made of sepals and foliage.

As the sunlight moved its direction and the yellow fluorescent lights that were radiating from it, bounced off on the glistening petals of the flowers with blotched droplets due to the rain yesterday night, Daisy stopped walking halfway through and seized the amazing exhibit with her eyes full of awe— it has a gentle glow by bathing in the sun's brilliance.

The memory from the day Bryson brought her to that secret paradise resurfaced as the view in front of her can compare to it but, far to compete— still, it brings her back to that moment when for the first time in her life, she felt truly free... even if it was just temporary.

When Daisy spotted the flower with white petals and a mustard-yellow center that looks like her name. She slowly headed toward it and knelt in front. A dozen of them were implanted in a pot and were arranged vertically on top of the customized wooden table.

Daisy delicately touched with her gloved hands the petals before cutting the stem off of the German Chamomile carefully as to not damage it.

It was the perfect type of plant for teas. There were two types of Chamomile that only suitable for drinking or audible for human tastebud— Roman and German Chamomile. Though Daisy likes the German more than the Roman, she also added some of the latter in her basket cause it's better to have an option and maybe Annie will like the one she doesn't more than the one she does.

Daisy stood up after making sure she got the right amount of flowers and opened the faucet to let the water sprinkled throughout the areas. The roof of the greenhouse was made of fibreglass for the sun to easily reflects against the material and bathe the flowers with its brightness.

Daisy let her eyes basked the surroundings of her sanctuary. Every possession she has where her eyesight could see, everything is the only possessions that she'll never get tired of looking at, taking care of, treasuring, and loving as it was the greatest escape from her utter chaotic world. Her smile became huge as she inhaled the pleasing and comforting smell.

Daisy traipsed out of the greenhouse later on and went straight to the backdoor. She ascended the five steps of stairs but, when she stepped on the porch, Daisy only then noticed the footprints right in front of the door, beside the doormat.

A muddy but already dried huge shoe-prints were scattered on the wooden floor— like someone was standing there or walked back and forth outside for a long while. Daisy's brows furrowed and she promptly checked the base of her shoe, it was clean and not as big as those were imprinted on her doorstep. It certainly belongs to a man.

Daisy hastily went inside her house, never even bothered to clean the messed outside and put the basket she was holding on the counter. She runs her hands through her locks before squeezing the edge of the counter with her hands rather tightly to control her panic attack. The comforting feeling of being in the presence of her precious flowers didn't even help the turmoil inside of her— all of it just go to waste.

Her palms became sweaty and her face paled as it was inexplicably screamed horror and anxiousness.

Did someone was there before? Did someone trespassed and tried to broke into her house again like those burglars?

She jumped out of her skin when her phone inside her pocket suddenly vibrated— goosebumps slowly rose on the back of her exposed neck.

With a racing heart that could rival a running horse, Daisy placed her hands over her chest to stop it from pounding out of its rib cage. When she calmed down, she gets the device and checked the message.

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Good morning beautiful! Hope you slept well. Sorry, I can't join you today at breakfast, need to run some errand for mom but, I'll pick you up before lunch 'kay? Mom is excited about your tea session. I miss you shorty. Eat your breakfast even w/o me okay? See ya later ;)
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Daisy put her phone down on the counter after reading the text, she doesn't know what to feel. Glad that Bryson was not coming over cause she doesn't want her boyfriend to see her in that kind of state— dishevelled and white like a ghost or downcast as no one could accompany her especially because she doesn't feel safe at that moment.

Daisy runs her hands over her face and shook her head to clear the unwanted thoughts that slowly eating her sensibility away. It was just probably a mistake like someone mistook her house for someone else's cause if not, then the same event that happened to her a couple of months ago would surely repeat itself with her knowledge this time because, she was already prepared for it but, it never did and happen again.

Besides, the police already arrested those burglars that tried to barge inside her house so, no one would try to do the same wrongdoing again. The town is safe and truthfully, criminal activities were non-existent if not for a few trespassing incident reports.

She just washed the flowers tenderly with her slightly trembling hands and set aside it in a drainer afterwards to remove the excess water. Overthinking will only make her mood sour and her anxiety to show up, it'd only bring her back to the pit of her long-forgotten darkness and the voices will surely start to uproar again.

She took a shower to freshen up her mind and just decided to watch some movies later on while waiting for Bryson. She already lost her appetite earlier and even though Bryson just reminded her to eat her breakfast.

She doesn't have the will to do it as her mind is still occupied by that strange footprints. It is bugging her head off and no matter how much she tried to push it at the very back of her mind, it still won't buck.

Daisy put her dirty clothes inside the laundry basket when her eyes caught the back pocket of her jeans she wore yesterday, there's a white and crumbled piece of thing peeking out of it. She took it out and examined the piece of card then the memory from where she got it came flooding inside her head.

Daisy immediately rummaged inside the drawer of her nightstand where she put the first card and after a while of shuffling, finally, it came out from its hiding place beneath the pile of her stationery, and old diaries she kept.

Daisy sat on the bed, legs were crossed over the other in front and she held the two pieces of card in both of her hands, raising it close to her eyes to have a crystal view.

The first one doesn't have a smell like the third one, but the colour, cursive and font of the text that was printed on it are the same, even the size of it. If only Bryson gave her back the second card so, that she could also make a comparison with these two.

'You look lovely today. I hope you like my gift'

'I'm always watching you.'

The note was also trying to indicates the same thing. She doesn't know what it means but, Daisy feels like, the message was strictly conveyed to her.

Uncertainly, Daisy get her phone to text Bryson to come over, she needed someone at that moment— someone that will assure her that everything is fine and it's just her mind playing tricks on her again.

Her fingers hovered above the keypad. She typed and deleted and did the same course a couple of times before she threw away the device at the very end of her bed. It bounced off like a spring before it landed face first.

Daisy can't let anyone mingle and oppress the problem in her life... in herself. She can't let the same occurrences in her past happen again and involve the precious people around her.

Before Daisy felt useless and defenceless because of her incapabilities, and stupidity but, now she must figure out the meaning behind these strange phenomena all by herself.

If someone was trying to scare her off then there's only one thing she must do to find it out. Let the person believe that she's clueless about its intention and then confront it when he/she finally decided to come out from the shade.

Or is it really something meant for her? What if that person never let anyone see their face especially her?

Daisy massaged her temple and laid her back on the bed, eyes staring at the ceiling and head aching due to being clouded.

What is seriously happening? Why is it happening? Can she just have her peace without a looming dark cloud full of dire thunder ready to strike anytime whenever her day becomes refulgent?

With a loud sigh, she closed her eyes to somehow divert her attention from unnecessary thoughts and just think about the good things that happened in the past days. The smiling face of Bryson was the last thing she saw before she fell asleep with her hair still damp with water.

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Daisy snuggled to a warm, smooth but slightly hard surface of her pillow. She grabbed it with her hands and linked her arms throughout before hugging it close to her chest, inhaling the delectable scent of mint and lavender.

A big and soft thing slowly soothingly rubbed her head, lulling her more into a deep slumber while she leaned closer to feel the heavenly touch that slightly tickles her neck when it travelled down to her exposed skin. Electricity surged like a spark when the thing cupped the back of her neck and gently squeezed it.

Daisy's eyes bulged from its sockets as she abruptly rose from her bed when she realized that a hand that was not hers was touching her neck. A blurred image of someone welcomed her foggy and still sleepy mind before she scooted at the very edge of the bed causing her to fell over with her back on the carpeted floor with a loud thudded.

"Shit! Baby are you okay? I'm sorry for startling you." Bryson hurriedly went to her side and helped her get up from her embarrassing position. Daisy held his arms to steady herself as the pain slowly shoot in her back. "I'm sorry baby. Are you okay? Did you hit your head?" She sat on the bed and rubbed the aching muscle, Daisy winced when she pressed a certain area on her body. It will surely bruise.

Her surrounding was spinning around due to the dizziness because of her sudden fall. Daisy closes her eyes tightly and lets her head settled first.

Bryson took her hands off on her back and replaced it with his warm and big one. Rubbing and massaging it slowly while still looking at her with guilty and sorry eyes.

He's kneeling in front of her; strong and muscular arms caging her on the bed while his hands were still doing their job to soothe the pain. "I'm sorry baby." Bryson apologized again. His eyes held her captive, desperately trying to convince her how sorry he is for scaring her off. Daisy shook her head and smiled.

"It's okay. I was just shocked to see you. How did you get inside anyway?" She signed.

Bryson sighed and stopped massaging her back instead, just embraced his arms over her small frame and pulled her close to him. "Just tell me if it still hurt okay?" He said in a quiet but sweet voice.

Daisy just nodded her head and played his hair with her hands. "I've been pressing the doorbell for like 15 minutes, but you never answered and I thought maybe you were still asleep or something might happen so, even if I know I'm trespassing. I opened the door with your spare key. I'm sorry by the way for barging in." Bryson sincerely said.

Even if Bryson was kneeling, it still didn't make him any less small as their faces were just barely in the same level, he was still looking down at her. Unfair. She pouted her lip and looked down on her lap.

"Hey. Is something wrong?", he asked in concern while she immediately shook her head no, "did you just slept after you took a shower? 'Cause your hair was still damped." Daisy nodded her head whilst still not looking at him.

Bryson gently grabbed her chin and tilted it upward. "I'm sorry for not joining you at breakfast. I promise that'd be the last time okay? Have you eaten though?" Daisy chewed her bottom lip and fiddled her hands on her lap. She doesn't want Bryson to know that she skipped her meal but, Daisy also cannot lie to the guy.

"You haven't, did you?" Bryson asked in a serious tone of voice. Reprimanding her for avoiding his eyes as he captured it every time she looked away.

He sighed and removed his hand on her chin and brought it back to her waist to hugged her. "Shorty. Why didn't you eat your breakfast huh? Is it because I didn't join you? I hate it when you skipped your meal. You know that right?" Bryson said with his raspy and baritone voice. Looking at her sternly but softly, tightening his hold on her body and squeezing the small of her back tenderly.

How could she eat her meal anyway when her mind was sprawled all over the place, with no certain destination nor path just— disorganized and disoriented. Full of horrifying thoughts. She wanted so badly to just tell Bryson about the strange footprints outside her backdoor but, Daisy just bit her tongue and keep her mouth shut nor her hands to herself.

"I'm sorry. I'm just not hungry and when I finished my shower, I just fell asleep again."

Bryson slowly rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head. "Don't do it again okay? Or I'll seriously get mad at you. You should always prioritize and take care of yourself. I know I should be the one doing that but, I don't want you to neglect your health okay?" There was an edge of finality in his voice— something that held an authority that no one could even argue.

Eyes looking at her full of dominance but, it's something Daisy wanted the most. She like it when Bryson took control of their relationship— it made her feels a thrilling sensation in her body.

Daisy nodded her head timidly and smiled when Bryson pecked her right cheeks. "My adorable baby. Did you miss me hmm?" His lips moved to the other side of her face and did the same thing. She nodded her head again and started to giggled when his face nuzzled in the crevice of her neck and peppered it with small kisses.

"I miss you shorty and you smell so good." She put her hands at either side of his broad shoulders and squeezed it, still trying to contain her laughter by biting down her lip as his warm breath tickled her cold skin.

A few minutes passed and Bryson was still holding her close and his face was still hiding in the crook of her neck. "I don't want to end this moment. I wish I could just stay here with you all day." Bryson mumbled, her lips were brushing against his skin when he spoke and it sent a shiver that runs down her spine. She kissed the top of Bryson's head and wrapped her small arms throughout his shoulder.

"I really really want to spend every time in my life with you shorty. You're like oxygen I always needed for I can't breathe whenever you get far away. Do you understand me, baby?" Bryson unpressed his face in her neck and looked at her, his ocean blue eyes became the colour of the sky when it gets dark due to the brewing storm— dark, dangerous, and destructible.

His pair of ocean wandered from her eyes, down to her nose before he planted his lips on the tip of it then pulled away slowly, their faces were just an inch apart. The minty scent coming from his mouth fanned her face.

Their breath interlaced with each other and their heart was beating with the same rhythm. It's exhilarating but maddening at the same time.

Bryson's ocean blue eyes went further below and finally landed on her lips. Staring at it full of desire. Daisy subconsciously bit down her lip making it redder and plumper then she run her tongue over the seam of it.

His eyes all along never faltered, his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed. The heat from their body increased considerably at a rapid pace, the room's temperature rise and the sexual tension only fuel the burning atmosphere.

Bryson cussed lowly under his breathe before he averted his eyes from her lips up to her chestnut-coloured one again. Daisy was sure her eyes were also filled with so much desire.

He cleared his throat first before saying, "as much as I want to... fucking kiss you, it's still not the right time and we still have a lot of things to do today." He pressed his face on her right shoulder and inhaled her scent in contentment.

Bryson was like trying to control the primal side of him as it slowly coming out depths inside to possess his body while Daisy's cheeks were like a swamp of red sea— the fervent feeling was bringing her a tingling sensation that her naive and innocent mind couldn't comprehend. It's spreading all over her inside with no inhibitions. The smell of mint combined with her lavender and vanilla makes her high and intoxicated. It's like—

Scent. Daisy's eyes went wide open when she realized that the cards were still lying on her bed. She fell asleep without putting it back inside her drawer. Did Bryson saw it? Did he know? Daisy scolded herself for being careless and wanted to spin her body around just to look for the piece of paper before Bryson take notice of it but, she doesn't want him to get suspicious when she suddenly acted strangely and panicky.

Bryson finally removed his face and loosened his hold on her waist. "Where's that thing that you use to blow dry your hair?"

Daisy looked at him questioningly but, still answered. Using her index finger, she pointed to the drawer on the vanity table.

Bryson held her hands and brings her in front of the dressing table before he pulled the chair and let her sit. Daisy doesn't know what he's trying to do but, she just stay seated and let the guy do his job.

After a while, the sound of the blower reverberated when Bryson switched it on and brought it on the top of her head. He gingerly blew dried her hair from the top then down at the tip of her locks. Careful not to get the device get too close to her skin and after a while or so, Bryson was finally done and brushed her hair.

He untangled the knots then set aside the hairbrush after he was satisfied with the outcome. Daisy's smile never tottered throughout the sweet and caring gesture of her boyfriend as she watched him did the girly stuff with a concentrated face through the mirror of the vanity.

Bryson moved all of her hair on her back and it falls like silk that reached her waistline. "Perfect." He said in a quiet voice almost like a whisper, bending down his upper body and hugged her shoulder from behind— eyes locked at her through the mirror.

"You're so fucking perfect." Daisy's cheeks without delay heat up due to that simple compliment. Bryson pecked her cheeks again before he stood up to his massive height and held his hand in front of her. She took it with her own and intertwined their fingers.

Daisy gets her phone as her eyes lingered around the expanse of her bed to get a glimpse of the cards but, her brows meet in the middle when she found nothing.

Where did it go? Did it get underneath the mattress?

As much as she wants to scoured the bed to search, she can't since Bryson was holding her hand. Daisy just decided to look for it later on when she gets home. Together, they descended the stairs and went to the kitchen. She immediately put inside the paper bag the dried Chamomile and get the honey syrup in the fridge. After making sure that everything was locked and secured, they deserted her place and padded to Bryson's car.

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Throughout the ride to Bryson's house, Daisy can't help herself but dwell on the bizarre things that were happening. First the cards, and the wilted flowers— even though someone stopped sending or putting them on her doorstep, she still couldn't forget about it and the last one was the footprints. She heaved a long sigh and just let her eyes focused on the view outside the car. If she let it consumed her mind, it will just ruin her mood for the rest of the day.

"So hmm... My mom is in the kitchen cooking our lunch so, we can just hang out in the living room while waiting or if you want, you could just watch some movies in my room. What do you say?" Bryson asked. Leaning over on the passenger's seat to hold both of her hands.

She doesn't mind waiting in the living room since Bryson's room was off-limit for her. Considering what happened or was supposed to happen the first time she went there, it's still fresh in her mind and she feels embarrassed just by thinking about it.

"I'll just wait in the living room." Daisy signed. Giving Bryson a shy smile while the guy just responded with his toothy one and planted his lips on her forehead. "Come on then." Bryson opened the door for her and helped her stepped outside of the vehicle. They walked hand in hand together toward the front door then Bryson pressed the doorbell before it went wide open. Elijah's beaming face greeted them with his usual sly smirk.

She waved her hands and smiled at him. "Welcome to Kingston threshold. Come, my guest." He dramatically said, stepping aside and bowed his head for emphasis. "Bug off!" Bryson grumbled, dragging her inside the house and ignoring his younger brother. Elijah's footsteps following them behind before they disappear to who knows where.

"So hmm. Just— just sit here okay? I— I'll just hmm... go to the kitchen to greet mom." Bryson placed both of his hands on her shoulders and pushed her gently to sit on the couch the was facing the flatscreen television.

"I also want to greet Annie and offer my help to cook the lunch." Daisy signed enthusiastically while looking up at Bryson who was standing in front. He shook his head and knelt in front of her. "It's okay baby. I'll just tell mom that you're here okay? Just relax and wait for me." She pouted her lower lip and played with her fingers.

Daisy considered being impolite or disrespectful if you don't greet the host properly before lounging around their home.

"Don't pout at me now baby," Bryson said in a husky voice. She just bit her lower lip and signed the word 'Okay'. The guy smiled at her sweetly before he kissed her forehead and stood up to padded toward the kitchen. Daisy just leaned her back on the couch and tilted her head upward to close her eyes. Her mouth slightly open to exhales a soft breathe once in a while. It's better to relax first before she has to face Annie and to avoid spoiling the moment because of her unorganized thoughts.

After a minute or so, Daisy heard a pitter-patter of footsteps behind her. She slowly opened her eyes and jumped out of her slackened position as she stood up skittishly because of the sudden loud noise like popping balloons.

A series of colourful confetti showered everywhere followed by the sing-song voices of the people she least expected to see at that moment.

"Happy Birthday to you! ♪ Happy Birthday to you! 🎶 Happy Birthday, dear Daisy! ♪ Happy Birthday to you! 🎶"

Daisy's eyes watered pronto, her shaking hands were covering her mouth as the surprising feeling overwhelmed her. Bryson was holding a red velvet cake with one small lit candle in the middle. Elijah and Megan were holding party poppers while smiling brightly at her— her best friend has a smug look on her face that says I got you. Annie was holding a bouquet with a variety of flowers like white heather, white daisy, and pink rosebud, and her favourite, tulips. Sam and even her friend Summer are also there, giving her a wide smile while both holding wrapped-up gifts.

She just stands there, looking stunned and dumbfounded while everyone was singing a happy birthday song.

What is happening? How did they know when is her birthday?

"Make a wish and blow the candle now shorty," Bryson said with a huge smile on his handsome face. She stepped forward shakily in front of him and close her eyes before opening it again and blowing the lit candle.

The water in her eyes finally decided to roll down on her cheeks. Never like ever once she was surprised on her birthday. No one took such an effort just to make her day special.

"Happy Birthday dear. Aww don't cry sweetie, it's supposed to be your happiest day." Annie went to her side and hugged her, patting her back gently before she pulled her body away and kissed her forehead. Giving her a motherly smile before it stepped aside to let the other greet her.

Megan embraced her in a tight hug while wiggling their body like an over-excited child. "My god Bae. You're an adult now. Gosh, I can't believe you could get to jail anytime now." Daisy chuckled while wiping her tears and hugged Megan's back.

Megan pushed her body away from hers and held both of her shoulders before looking at her with a serious expression. "Now that you are officially an adult, meaning to say you're in a legal where you can get married anytime now. Don't easily succumb yourself to Bryson's sweet like honey, but poisonous like venom words okay?" Daisy looked at her quizically but nodded her head.

Megan smiled in satisfaction before she leaves her alone. "I'll just give you my gift later on." She says before moving aside to let Elijah come forward.

"Happy Birthday sister-in-law.' Elijah greeted, giving her a mischievous smile before he gave her a paper bag. "I still don't wanna be an uncle okay? So here. Always use pro—" Annie immediately twisted his left ear and dragged him across the room for scolding.

Everyone greeted her including Sam who timidly hands her over the paper bag with happy birthday words printed on it. Summer hugged her also and pecked her cheeks before handing her the gift in a perfectly wrapped up box. Daisy signed them all the words 'thank you with so much gratitude.

Her heart was like wreaking havoc inside her ribcage by how fast it was beating. Mixed emotions were swirling in her eyes— happiness, contentment, gratefulness, surprise, and most of all, love. She loves each, and every person inside the room. All of them became her family— a family not by blood, but by heart.

"Now now. Let's head to the kitchen guys cause I'm starving." Elijah chimed in, running toward the kitchen when Annie shoot him with a deadly looked. Megan pried the cake off on Bryson's hands and winked at her first before following everyone to the kitchen.

Now she and Bryson were the only two left in the living room. He slowly walked toward her and pried the gifts off her hands to put them on the coffee table before he stood right in front of her.

He looked at her with so much adoration in his eyes. Bryson slowly raised his hands and cupped both her cheeks before wiping the remnants of her tears using his thumbs. "Happy Birthday baby. Were you surprised?" Bryson asked, smiling from ear to ear whilst waiting for her answer.

She nodded her head eagerly and encircled her arms on his waist. Her face was resting below his chest whilst Bryson encased his arms over her shoulders.

"These were the reason why I didn't join you for breakfast." He muttered against the top of her head. She removes her face from his body and looked up at him.

"I wanted to surprise you and make your birthday memorable so, I asked them to helped me set these up."

She was like having a heart attack by how many feelings were bursting inside her. The butterflies in her stomach are destroying her sense of composure again. Daisy wanted to shout at the top of the world how much she's grateful because she has a guy like Bryson— someone that cherishes her and cares for her more than anyone in this world.

Daisy was happy to know that Bryson remembered her birthday when she the celebrant, forget the once-in-a-year occasion in her life.

Her tears made their appearance known again as the emotions that were building up finally explodes.

"Shh don't cry, baby. It's your special day remember? I want to see your beautiful smile. Come on, smile for me, shorty." Bryson catches her teardrops with his finger before it even falls. He bends down his upper body to at least make their eyes in the same level.

"You're the most precious, special, and important girl in my life. I'll never get tired of making you smile and happy every moment that you're with me. I wanted you to always remember this day because I promise, this will not be the last time as the next year and next after and until you get tired of me— still, I will not gonna leave you and will always join you for this special event in your life."

Daisy's lips quivered as she hiccuped because her tears seem to never stop from falling. She just let her eyes focused on Bryson's calm and warm ocean blue one.

He slowly leaned in close to her face, cupping both of her cheeks with his callous hands, and when their faces just a breathe away— their lips were brushing against each other. Bryson never leaves her eyes as he spoke the next word in his husky and sweet like honey voice.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked against her lips but before she could even answer, he already captured it with so much tenderness.

The first time they shared the kiss, Daisy almost hyperventilates because she never expected it to happen, but now she automatically closes her eyes and savoured the feeling of Bryson's soft, warm, and loving lips on her own.

Screw her past or whatsoever that was hindering her future. This... This was the moment she was all along waiting for and nothing can stop her from embracing it.

An explosive feeling like a firework erupted inside her chest, spreading a fragment of sparks— lighting up her body like a wildfire.

Her hands fisted the side of his shirt when Bryson started moving his lips in a slow and paralyzing manner— tasting, savouring, and relishing the moment where they both feel the warmth of each other's touch, and the feeling of euphoria just by the simple, but intimate activity.

She just copied the movement of Bryson's lips when she felt him pressed his body on her smaller one even closer. Daisy felt Bryson's smiled against her own before they pulled apart from each other due to the lack of oxygen. She was panting while her eyes were still closed. Mouth slightly open and hands tightening its hold on Bryson's waist.

After catching her breath, Daisy slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Bryson. Cheeks were flushed, mouth slightly ajar, and lips that were tingling curved up in a form of smile full of astonishment. The guy just stared at her with eyes full of desire— craving, coveting, and aching to kiss her lips again.

She gazed at Bryson with the same expression— eyes holding a piece of newfound feelings that came straight from her heart. Trying to convey the meaning behind the unspoken words that were hidden beneath her glistening eyes.

There is no denying it anymore.

With a genuine gesture of her hands, she raised it, and signed the most profound, without a doubt, and painstakingly words that she ever felt in her entire time of existence in this world.

Bryson's ocean blue eyes immediately gleamed, his breathing became ragged, and beckoned a whirlpool of waves with a current of blissfulness when he understood the significant words behind those hand gestures.

She was like drowning in the very depths of his ocean just by how much emotions were clashing inside of it— without an oxygen tank to save herself, without a lifeboat to pulled her uphill— nothing.
But, Daisy only let herself sunk deeper as the abyss of it, is heaven you never expected to discover, cloistered from the outside world not unless you dive in and Daisy. . . She just swam even farther.

She finally reached and willingly gave her light to the darkest part of his ocean.

With a wide smile on Bryson's face and glimmering eyes. He slammed his body on her and embraced it in a tight hug before snuggling his face in the crook of her neck and mumbled in his quiet only meant for her ears—deep and dulcet tone of voice the four magic words.

" I love you too."

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