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Sorry, I drooled all over my journal yesterday. The delay was my fault. Anyhow, right back to my experience.
Doom had to take a call for a minute. It was upsetting, but I just went with the flow. I wouldn't wanna force him to talk.. I'm a nice guy. Right? A few unread messages from a few contacts, primarily my co-workers, or just that boss I had. As I scroll through stuff about business, total mood breakers. I'm tryna have a fun chat with Doom, it can wait, whatever it is.
You wouldn't be able to guess the most recent message I got and who sent it.
I gotta tell Luke to stop spying on me from the skies or something, and reporting it to Mr. Matchmaker and Mrs. Matchmaker. Of course, the married couple has to barge in on my friendship, c'mon guys, it's not that deep. I don't get why the two want me together with Doom that desperately. 'Byte told me how giving the other a bouquet of lobelias for him was too romantic, Sorcus told me agapanthus was also too romantic, worse than the previous one. They can't tell me what to do! If I give Doombringer my left arm, maybe they can comment.
I stuck to the agapanthus, they're pretty. They thrived especially well under the sun. Did you know they're often called Lily of the Nile? It's summer after all. Doom was taking a while, but that didn't mean he ditched me. He came back, and we continued our yapping. It was a nice chat, a really nice chat. I felt like I got a lot of stuff off my chest. It's like I could trust Doom with anything.
Before we went back to the HQ, I gave him the bouquet. He said he loved it. I swear I saw tears prick his eyes when he received them. But nothing escaped my lips when he pulled me into a hug, longer than usual. It was weird, but for some reason, I felt myself craving more. He was warm, not like the sun, but better than the sun's rays hitting my body like usual. My body moved on its own, burying me deeper in his arms.
It felt like I was loved.
We went back to the HQ, but it didn't feel the same. Not our usual "coming back after hanging out" walk, it felt like the average walk two people have after they've confessed to each other.
I think they were right.
Maybe we're more.
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Agapanthus - Flower of Love