[sweet pea, sweet thing] | june twentieth
chapter three: sweet pea
❝I hope one day I’ll always be the reminder of what finding true love is to you.❞
Every season has the beautiful aspects every human sees. Summer with it’s harvest of ripe fruits and vegetables. Autumn with the weather cooling down and bringing warmth in the leaves. Winter with it’s pristine snow fall and the new year of rebirths and newborns. Finally, spring with it’s beautiful flowers and a harmonic, peaceful balance.
Last time I saw him, was when I finally felt like it was a normal day, just looking at all those flowers and them talking to each other. He was different. He grew taller, sounded so calm and tranquil, and his eyes are so vibrant and full of color. I wonder what it must be like to live through all the other three seasons. Feeling the cool, crisp air of autumn, to the harsh winds of winter, and the heat of the summer sun isn’t what he truly feels every day.
Hibernating and growing felt always so harsh and tough to survive, but I didn’t feel that. I felt warmth, and constant watering on my buds. It wasn’t rain, or the sun, it was something else. I couldn’t tell whether it was spring or any other season.
“Hey there sweet pea, are you going to open up yet? It’s already almost the end of spring,” he questioned, watering my tight-knit petals.
“You know, when Misa gave me you, I decided to keep you, and I guess you’re one of those late bloomers huh?”
His warmth leaves my outside petals as I hear footsteps fading away.
“Boy! Get over here, let’s go to the market,” his grandpa yelled.
“Ok coming,” he said, “I’ll be back for you sweet pea.”
The door closed and I hear gravel crunching a few minutes later.
I absorbed the remaining sunlight and then I closed my eyes.
I woke up to little water drops falling on me, and I heard some singing. Singing from Posah.
“You know sweet pea, I haven’t seen Misa at all this year, maybe she’s studying abroad?” he wondered, finishing watering me and walked away.
I felt a pang in my stem, a similar pang to last year.
‘I guess the time to change into a human is coming soon.’ I wondered.
Feeling the moonlight hit my petals, I started to slowly open