The heavy rain of those days made the visibility very poor, it was like a curtain covering everything. Finis could only see the flowers that had grown under the window, a colorful species called hydrangea; according to one of the books he had found it was typically from Asia.

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It was something that should not be there. Like him. Like her.

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He wanted to go outside to make sure that those flowers were real, maybe they were not real and it was just an illusion caused by all the water and lightning. His pace was slow, but he does not have any hesitation, what he was about to do was not that important, but he needed to touch those flowers, to make sure they exist even though they did not have a purpose to be there.

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The wooden door creaked when he opened it. He did not take an umbrella before stepping outside, the rain was just a bothersome detail, he was fixed on those flowers. Walking outside was different from walking through the dusty corridors of the house where he, they, grew up; the garden was as abandoned as the inside but for some reason it had colorful shadows of what it was, of the happy moments they lived there. Finis got to the place where the flower grew completely soaked, the cape was heavier like never before, he even had trouble breathing, but he just ignored everything and bent down to pick one of the flowers. The blue hydrangea was big enough to fill one of his hands, but as soon as he touched one of the petals, the flower started to lose them all slowly. Maybe he had used too much strength. Maybe the flower was old. He kept looking at his hand full of petals that were gradually falling to the ground. At some point, the rain stopped, but he remained there, in front of the flowers. For him, the now empty hand was a bittersweet remembrance of what he was. An empty shell. Someone unable to feel because he had nothing inside; in the past, he was full of emotions, but what was left…?

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“Oh, so you were there,” Finis blinked, the sweet voice of the girl made him wake up from the weird trance he was in. She was the only person in this world who could understand him. And at the beginning, instead of taking the hand she had always laid at him, he had ignored her. Instead of accepting her love, he had blindly followed a plan hoping to be loved by someone else. “Finis, are you crying? What happened?”

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“Of course I’m not crying, I was picking some flowers to decorate the rooms and I got caught by the rain and I got wet. That’s all, don’t misinterpret anything,” he wiped his face with the palm of his hand. He bent down once again and pick two of those flowers, this time he tried to cut them carefully by the steam. The ones he chose were of a greenish blue, like her eyes. “Here you have these, put them in a vase.”

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Cardia took the flowers he gave her and smiled. Before she could say something, he turned back and started walking to return inside. Finis knew that little gift would not mean too much for her, but for him was a step forward to show her that he was grateful that she had not left him after all he had done. He smiled, a shy smile as if he didn’t want to be seen. For him, that was a step forward to show her that he could love her like in the past.