It remained like that, still, yet silent.

His eyes continued on, to stare at his bright monitor.

The mouse rolled on the mouse pad, left, right, up, down.

Repeatedly - and endlessly.

And it cycles around ; like a loop, never - ending.

Summer, autumn, winter rides away, and spring resurfaces.

The two glass window panes of his room had featured vibrant blooming pink cherry blossoms.

Every flower of a kind, started it's new stage in the colorful season.

He makes one glance at his right - at his windows - and his eyes bore in void of emotion.

He sees down the window pane - observing reality, he sees an old flower shop managed by an old woman.

Her emerald green orbs glowed vibrantly in excitement. Her silvery-blonde hair put up on a bun.

She walks to her door, and flips the sign 'OPEN'.

An endless smile clung unto her face, as her countless flowers bloom their brightest colors.

Her pink dress flowed, and entrailed with lilacs.

His eyelids lower, and his eyes darken as he bounces back to his monitor, and he continues his screen time.

His window tabs increase, and he makes a small frown.

And in the darkness, he spoke.

"Oh."