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France- Red Rose
*13 February*

“Why are you silent?!” your voice filled the room you were in.

You were standing in front of your boyfriend of three years, Francis Bonnefoy, who was sitting on the couch. His elbows were on his tights as he looked down. This began when you found kiss marks on his shirt last night and this day, you wanted to know when and where he got those.

“How will you explain this to me?!” you asked, real anger got you.

However, Francis didn’t give you any answers. You knew you should be patient or gave him some time to think, perhaps, but your anger wouldn’t let you do that. You bombarded him with questions, but he still didn’t answer.

You grunted, “Why are you doing this?!”

Say something, please…

“Open our mouth! Answer me!”

Stop me before I say it…

“Why?! After all these years?!”

Please stop me. Say something to stop me, before it’s too late…

Francis didn’t say anything. And finally the final words came out from your mouth. The words you didn’t want to say.

“I… I hate you!”

And you went outside, slamming the door, to go to your friend’s house.

*14 February*

You were in your friend’s living room. You hugged a pillow and still pouting from yesterday’s event. Why didn’t he defend himself? Why didn’t he say something? You sighed. Maybe you should have given him a space for explaining. Your anger got the best of you that you couldn’t think clearly.

You looked to the calendar, it was 14 February. God… you had actually waited for this day ever since the first day of February. This day, the day that everyone said to be the day of love and affection… Why should you get that event a day before this day? You didn’t know why.

You lied on the couch and thought of it. You really wanted to spend this day with Francis. Even if he didn’t have plans for you, a walk at the park would be lovely. You put your arm over your forehead. Now you felt guilty. Would he forgive you after you said something like that? You got up and called your friend, thanking her for permitting you stay the night with her and then you went outside.

As you walked, the shops district was making you sadder than before with all those Valentine decorations. In addition, seeing the couples was all lovey dovey with each other didn’t help. You really wished you were one of them. You sighed again before you heard your phone was ringing. I was a phone call, from Francis. When you were about to answer it, it turned to a missed call and you got one message after that.

‘Mon amour, can I still ask for your forgiveness? It was an accident, I didn’t mean it like that. Je suis désolé… Je suis vraiment désolé. You don’t deserve to be sad today, but maybe I am. Just… please go home today. I have prepared something for you, you can ignore it if you want, I won’t force you.’

One long message from him, but it was filled with his feelings. You were involuntarily in the verge of tears. You quickly wiped them before you ended up crying in public. You had felt guilty before, remember? And now when you read his message, he was asking for your forgiveness. It’s not that he was not wrong for ignoring you, but you were the one who couldn’t control your anger that those three words finally came out from your mouth.

You didn’t even care to reply, you just ran to your house as fast as you could. The distance between where you were and your house was quiet far. However, no matter how tired you were, you kept running, to reach your home.

As you arrived, you panted really hard. It’s as if you hadn’t caught any breathe for a long time. You regain your composure and checked yourself quick. ‘Is he home? Or is he going out with his friends?’ the question came into your mind. Nevertheless, you opened the door and entered your house, just to be welcomed by fragrance.

It was that of flowers, you knew it. You removed your shoes and jacket and went to the living room, where you were surprised. Roses was scattered in the room, red heart shaped papers were also scattered. On the coffee table, you saw a red rose with a note. You took the rose and saw the note, it said: ‘Welcome home, my dearest love. I’m really glad you’re home for the very least. I only wish that you forgive me and follow the petals of red roses.’

You turned your eyes to see the floor. Roses were scattered everywhere, it made you confused of where you should be going. But then your eyes caught the petals that formed a heart shape and an arrow shape. You followed its direction and were led to the dining room. Step by step, you had so many feelings in your mind. You felt nervous, because you didn’t know what to say when you met him. You felt happy, because he didn’t hate you after you had said that you hated him. When you were by the door, the smell of food filled your nose and you saw him. He was sitting on the chair, with a bouquet of red roses on the table beside him. You were amazed by how handsome he was right now. He wore his usual white shirt and grey vest but something was special, but you didn’t know what it was.

He lifted his head and when he locked eyes with you, his face lightened and he stood, approaching you. “Ma chérie, you come…” he said with a relief tone. Oh my, he had waited for you like he had waited forever. He took the bouquet and stood right in front of you. You stood still, tense like a statue. Your mind was searching for the right words to apologize after saying those words. But before you spoke, he did.

“Mon amour, I’m sorry for yesterday, really sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, to tell you the truth, it was just fake marks. I understand if you don’t believe it but Toni and Gil set it up and I just couldn’t let words leave my mouth to defend myself,” he said and gave you the bouquet, “Je t'aime, more than anything. You know, red roses represent love, but my love for you is much more than a bouquet of these flowers. You can keep my words.”

You took the bouquet and registered everything he said. So you had been angry over a prank? But that was too much to be a prank. One wrong move and you would break up with him over silly things. You looked into his eyes, he was serious, like he didn’t want to let you go.

You slowly formed a smile which made him smile too, “Je t'aime… I love you too, Francis. I… please don’t hate me… I didn’t really mean it when I tell you that. Forgive me?”

He smiled even wider and laughed a bit, “Of course!”

You thanked him for both his forgiveness and the bouquet of red roses. He was still as sweet as always. You were grateful that this year’s Valentine was not going to be the worst. You put the bouquet on the counter as you and Francis were going to enjoy the rest of the day together.

~Other place~

“*sigh* I’m glad we made it. It sure won’t be funny if (name) and Francis break up after that.”

“Yeah, sure. But I wonder what she will do to us after she knows about it.”

“At least she’s going easy to us for not breaking her with Francis.”

“Well, that’s our luck.”

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France- Red Rose
*13 February*

“Why are you silent?!” your voice filled the room you were in.

You were standing in front of your boyfriend of three years, Francis Bonnefoy, who was sitting on the couch. His elbows were on his tights as he looked down. This began when you found kiss marks on his shirt last night and this day, you wanted to know when and where he got those.

“How will you explain this to me?!” you asked, real anger got you.

However, Francis didn’t give you any answers. You knew you should be patient or gave him some time to think, perhaps, but your anger wouldn’t let you do that. You bombarded him with questions, but he still didn’t answer.

You grunted, “Why are you doing this?!”

Say something, please…

“Open our mouth! Answer me!”

Stop me before I say it…

“Why?! After all these years?!”

Please stop me. Say something to stop me, before it’s too late…

Francis didn’t say anything. And finally the final words came out from your mouth. The words you didn’t want to say.

“I… I hate you!”

And you went outside, slamming the door, to go to your friend’s house.

*14 February*

You were in your friend’s living room. You hugged a pillow and still pouting from yesterday’s event. Why didn’t he defend himself? Why didn’t he say something? You sighed. Maybe you should have given him a space for explaining. Your anger got the best of you that you couldn’t think clearly.

You looked to the calendar, it was 14 February. God… you had actually waited for this day ever since the first day of February. This day, the day that everyone said to be the day of love and affection… Why should you get that event a day before this day? You didn’t know why.

You lied on the couch and thought of it. You really wanted to spend this day with Francis. Even if he didn’t have plans for you, a walk at the park would be lovely. You put your arm over your forehead. Now you felt guilty. Would he forgive you after you said something like that? You got up and called your friend, thanking her for permitting you stay the night with her and then you went outside.

As you walked, the shops district was making you sadder than before with all those Valentine decorations. In addition, seeing the couples was all lovey dovey with each other didn’t help. You really wished you were one of them. You sighed again before you heard your phone was ringing. I was a phone call, from Francis. When you were about to answer it, it turned to a missed call and you got one message after that.

‘Mon amour, can I still ask for your forgiveness? It was an accident, I didn’t mean it like that. Je suis désolé… Je suis vraiment désolé. You don’t deserve to be sad today, but maybe I am. Just… please go home today. I have prepared something for you, you can ignore it if you want, I won’t force you.’

One long message from him, but it was filled with his feelings. You were involuntarily in the verge of tears. You quickly wiped them before you ended up crying in public. You had felt guilty before, remember? And now when you read his message, he was asking for your forgiveness. It’s not that he was not wrong for ignoring you, but you were the one who couldn’t control your anger that those three words finally came out from your mouth.

You didn’t even care to reply, you just ran to your house as fast as you could. The distance between where you were and your house was quiet far. However, no matter how tired you were, you kept running, to reach your home.

As you arrived, you panted really hard. It’s as if you hadn’t caught any breathe for a long time. You regain your composure and checked yourself quick. ‘Is he home? Or is he going out with his friends?’ the question came into your mind. Nevertheless, you opened the door and entered your house, just to be welcomed by fragrance.

It was that of flowers, you knew it. You removed your shoes and jacket and went to the living room, where you were surprised. Roses was scattered in the room, red heart shaped papers were also scattered. On the coffee table, you saw a red rose with a note. You took the rose and saw the note, it said: ‘Welcome home, my dearest love. I’m really glad you’re home for the very least. I only wish that you forgive me and follow the petals of red roses.’

You turned your eyes to see the floor. Roses were scattered everywhere, it made you confused of where you should be going. But then your eyes caught the petals that formed a heart shape and an arrow shape. You followed its direction and were led to the dining room. Step by step, you had so many feelings in your mind. You felt nervous, because you didn’t know what to say when you met him. You felt happy, because he didn’t hate you after you had said that you hated him. When you were by the door, the smell of food filled your nose and you saw him. He was sitting on the chair, with a bouquet of red roses on the table beside him. You were amazed by how handsome he was right now. He wore his usual white shirt and grey vest but something was special, but you didn’t know what it was.

He lifted his head and when he locked eyes with you, his face lightened and he stood, approaching you. “Ma chérie, you come…” he said with a relief tone. Oh my, he had waited for you like he had waited forever. He took the bouquet and stood right in front of you. You stood still, tense like a statue. Your mind was searching for the right words to apologize after saying those words. But before you spoke, he did.

“Mon amour, I’m sorry for yesterday, really sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, to tell you the truth, it was just fake marks. I understand if you don’t believe it but Toni and Gil set it up and I just couldn’t let words leave my mouth to defend myself,” he said and gave you the bouquet, “Je t'aime, more than anything. You know, red roses represent love, but my love for you is much more than a bouquet of these flowers. You can keep my words.”

You took the bouquet and registered everything he said. So you had been angry over a prank? But that was too much to be a prank. One wrong move and you would break up with him over silly things. You looked into his eyes, he was serious, like he didn’t want to let you go.

You slowly formed a smile which made him smile too, “Je t'aime… I love you too, Francis. I… please don’t hate me… I didn’t really mean it when I tell you that. Forgive me?”

He smiled even wider and laughed a bit, “Of course!”

You thanked him for both his forgiveness and the bouquet of red roses. He was still as sweet as always. You were grateful that this year’s Valentine was not going to be the worst. You put the bouquet on the counter as you and Francis were going to enjoy the rest of the day together.

~Other place~

“*sigh* I’m glad we made it. It sure won’t be funny if (name) and Francis break up after that.”

“Yeah, sure. But I wonder what she will do to us after she knows about it.”

“At least she’s going easy to us for not breaking her with Francis.”

“Well, that’s our luck.”