As usual the man stood near the window wearing his mask waiting for the other to visit his garden.
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Minutes passed, he was a little late than the previous days, but the moment he stepped in the man inside the house forgot how to breath.
But it was not like the other days, he looked different maybe it's the way he dressed and instead of one flower he plucked a bunch of them making it into a beautiful bouquet.
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But who is he going to give that bouquet too. The man again wanted to sum up his courage and approach the man but his legs couldn't move an inch. He was once again drenched in his insecurities
After some time the man left content with the bunch of flowers.
As soon as he left the man got out of his castle again hiding his face crouching down near the beautiful Smeraldos, the flowers suddenly reminding him of that beautiful man. Eventho he didn't know him personally, his name, where he live or anything.
