Foxgloves
~ For Jess ~
The steady but gentle rapping of knuckles on wood wakes you from where you have been curled up napping on the couch after a very long, very hot day at work. A frown creases your brow as you realise you aren’t expecting anybody.
The dim hallway sends a chill through you as you make your way to the front door, unreached by any windows that may let some of the late summer warmth slink in. Golden light floods in, shrouding you in a comforting heat, hair still mussed from sleep. A young man stands on your doorstep, backlit by the sinking sun that turns his deep brown hair bright around the edges like a halo and the sight causes your anxieties to quickly melt away.
He holds a bouquet of pastel flowers in his hand which he silently extends to you in offering. They’re your favourites, foxgloves, but you don’t recognise the accompanying blooms. A large goofy smile breaks out across your boyfriend’s face, mirroring your own as you accept the gift with a fluttering heart.
“Wonpil, you have a key.” You reprimand him weakly, unable to inject even an ounce of annoyance in your tone as you bring the bouquet close to your chest.
“I thought it would be more romantic like this” He insists as you turn on your heel to go and unearth a vase from deep within the kitchen cabinets.
“You forgot your key!” You sing teasingly.
“I forgot my key.” He recites like a prayer, following you inside and catching your free hand in his own, letting the door swing closed behind you with a satisfied click.
This is super adorable i’m so soft thanku
