Chapter 1
It was a cold day in the winter. Even the sun resisted to show itself and hid behind thick clouds. Although it wasn't a warm day, lives still moved on for some people.
There was a car parked in front of a building. It was a television station building. A girl came out the car, walking into the building. She wore white coat to warm her body. She had high heel boots that gave her two inches.
She was waiting for elevator when her phone buzzed. She glanced at the phone screen for a moment. “Hi,” she answered.
She walked into elevator. After pushing the forth floor button, she leaned against elevator wall. “Just arrived. I'm sorry couldn't answer last night. I just finished practice about eleven,”
She took scarf off. “I don't know if I can. I have another recording for this evening,” she said. She just sighed when she got disappointed reply. “I'm sorry but I can't promise. I'm really busy today. You know my schedule. I'll see if I can visit tomorrow…”
End call.
She breathed out another sigh. “It wasn't me who arranged the schedule,” she said to her phone. She leaned off as the elevator bell rang. She gave light nod as greeting when she passed staffs. She met her manager who had arrived first. They then walked toward a studio.
The studio was decorated with many red and pink balloons, magnificently arranged flowers, and heart-shaped ornaments. There was a set of stage in the bottom of the room; a post box-shaped lectern for MCs and ten stools with the same design on each side.
She smiled when the producer approached her. They had conversation about the recording for a while. After the talk she left her manager with the producer and went to dressing room. A makeup artist was waiting for her.
“It's a pleasure can meet you again. How are you doing?”
“My pleasure too. I'm doing fine, thanks for asking,” she replied. After hanging coat in a closet, she seated on chair in front of makeup desk.
“You're really busy lately, aren't you? Your group makes appearances in all TV programs.”
“You're right. I'm really happy for that,” she said. The makeup artist started with her long hair.
“I guess you are.”
She smiled when the woman gave quick wink. Her hair was now tied in a ponytail. It took less than half an hour for her makeup. She preferred light makeup. She thanked the woman and took her phone from desk. She got a message.
‘I wish you luck for your recording. Promise me you'll have dinner and rest after everything's done. Love you always’
She bit her lips as she read the message.
“Today is a special day. Do you have any plan for tonight? With someone special maybe.”
It got her for a moment but then she chuckled at the woman's small grin. “Someone who? I don't have…” she trailed off. The woman kept staring at her. “Besides, I'm not celebrating.”
“Why not?”
“Why not?” she asked back. The woman nodded while clearing makeup desk. She shrugged her shoulders. “I just don't really understand the point. I mean, why do we have to make a particular day for showing our affection? We can have it every time, right?”
“And, do you?”
She was taken aback for a moment. “I, uh, well not really…” she once again trailed off. The woman left the desk, taking her side.
“You're right. We could have it every day, every time. But sometimes we're too busy, or make ourselves busy, to have the moment. We need a reminder, I guess.”
She could notice the sadness in the woman's tone. “May I ask about yours? Do you have any plan for tonight?” she asked. The woman lifted her head, shaking it. Although there was small smile on her face, it was a sad one.
“There is no need anymore.”
She was about to ask why but a staff came in. She bid goodbye to the woman and left the room. As she walked in the corridor, she reread the message. The woman’s words replayed inside her head.
‘What am I doing?’
She called the staff and told him that she had urgent thing. She left him but after promising to give the reason properly later. She ran toward elevator, making her way to seventh floor.
She trotted toward a dressing room at the end of the corridor. She knocked before entering. “Hi…”
She thought to greet but there was nobody inside. She closed the door behind, walking in. She decided to wait. She put her coat down on armrest of sofa, laying body down. The person wouldn't mind if she slept on the sofa. She took her phone to open message folder. She smiled as she reread the message.
Honestly, she still didn't fully understand. She wasn't a type of person who could show affections. Indeed she often brought flowers to her dear person- she was still working on her first relationship -but she thought it wasn't necessary to confess what in her mind or heart. If two people loved each other they should have known it, should have felt it. They didn't need any word.
“Action speaks louder than any word,” she said to herself. “Besides, I can't just show it in public.”
She was in relationship but had to make it secret. She just couldn't make public. Yet. She knew the other person wouldn't mind but she wasn't ready yet.
Suddenly, something fell over her chest.
“What is it?” She brought it close to eyes so she could see it. “Petal?”
She pushed head up to look around. There was no bouquet of flowers around, and the room had no ornamental plants. “Where is it coming from?”
Something on her right shoulder caught her eyes. There was another petal. She looked up and was confused to find another one falling down. “What the…”
She thought to get up but her eyes suddenly became heavy. It was really heavy that she couldn't hold any longer.
The girl fell into a deep sleep that she couldn't see the petals shining out. It shone a beautiful golden light. The light became brighter as it floated above her, and gradually enveloped her body.
The story began.
