Life follows a clicheic pathetic path, especially if you want to make an experience worthwhile. I think the Gods really have a great sense of humor sometimes.
It was Valentine's day; I was a college freshman; and roses' prices skyrocketed to the rooftop, but still I found myself buying three roses for a special friend.
I knew her schedule since I got a class just beside her room. It was in Palma Hall 3rd floor, just beside the smelly men's restroom. My friends Jave and Adonis purposely went there wanting not to miss the event.
I stood outside the door awkwardly playing with the hidden rose on my back. A thorn pricked me realizing that my victim's sister just arrived earlier. She greeted me with a big smile and I greeted her a happy Valentines day. She saw the roses and looked at me as she muttered "Ow". She knew and told me to wait a little longer.
I saw her arrived a few seconds afterwards. She was carrying a proud bauquet of roses and a big card. Like the roses hidden behind me, I was hoping that something would hide me from my insecurity. But I tried to make the best smile I could master.
I greeted her with a Happy Valentines, and mimicing romantic movies, I smoothly moved the roses as quick as I could to surprise her. And surprised, she was.
I hope this would not sound so morbid; one of the roses' head flew away from its thorny body, landing beneath her left foot. She wrestled to pick it up from the floor. I froze.
I think everything turned black afterwards, or my mind went blank from humiliation. Too much of romantic cliches.
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