Sad Kjmila au
Before you read: I TOTALLY love and support Charmila. Did I use to ship Kjmila?? Crazily. But I support them and I love them. Now, you can keep reading ^^
Kj stopped his car right in front of the florist, biting the lower lip.
He got out of the car and entered the store, feeling a set of aromas hugging him and getting him drunk with sweet smells.
The walls were decorated with the bright colors of the petals of the abundant flowers, strategically placed and grouped with different species.
Kj watched them, carefully remembering Camila's favorite colors.
"Excuse me, young man." An older woman called from the other side of the counter. She had a kind and worn smile, one of those that she certainly shows to anyone who enters. However, Kj accepted it as if it was the first she showed in her life. "Can I help you?" She asked, standing by his side.
She had a weak voice, a squeezed body and wrinkled skin; she wore jeans and a T-shirt that said, "Life is what escapes when you're too busy doing something. »
"I want to give a bouquet of flowers to a girl." Kj said, with the simplicity and perfect comfort of two complete strangers.
"Your girlfriend?" The lady asked, doing as close to the naughty voice of a senior woman as she was able to.
Kj laughed, even though he felt his cheeks burn with strength and fury. A strong red.
"Well, that's the intention ..." Kj stammered, feeling his throat close and cursing the confidence in his voice for failing him at that moment.
Indeed, Kj had finally decided to declare himself to Camila. He was crazily, darn and desperately in love with her. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to say it before dementia took him to tear it from his chest.
The woman laughed softly, tenderly and stretched her arms, thoughtfully, recognizing the color, smell and meaning of each tonality of the color spectrum with her fingertips.
"Let's see ..." She mumbled, taking out six pink dahlias, pale, young. "Pink dahlias in symbol of promise:«I promise to always make you happy»" She announced. Her hand slid through the shelves alone. "Jasmine as a sign of love ... Simply and purely love, without detours, without explanations: you love her, what can you do to remedy it? Nothing, it's love, it isn't remedied, it's enjoyed, it's embraced, it's appreciated." She said, taking this time more than a dozen of them. "Gardenias as the crown of the bouquet, for its Chinese origin: sweetness and purity, bases of love." She picked up a large gardenia, open and leafy. "A pair of lilies ..." The white reigned in the collection of flowers. Kj was concerned about the monotony. "And now some color ..." She said, taking different flowers of absolutely same colors: white and purple.
The woman brought the flowers to her counter, followed closely by Kj, who stared in amazement at the lady's speed and efficiency.
She picked up a kind of elongated plastic basket and put it on the marble surface next to the flowers.
First she placed the jasmine, as a kind of base: leafy white field of hypnotizing odors. Then, in the center, she placed the great and powerful gardenia, as the crown of the bouquet. She placed the dahlias around the gardens, as a barrier, outlining the white with a soft rose. The lilies invaded the bouquet as small burrows appeared overnight; Colorful and soft freckles that reminded of spring and the simplicity of feelings during childhood.
The woman added small unforeseen flowers, along with some leaves: tiny, but pleasing to the eye.
She pulled a roll of red ribbon from under the counter, stretching a few inches and then cutting with the chaste hiss of scissors. She wrapped it around the stems, tying them firmly to then remove them from the support, taking out with the other hand a beautiful silky and translucent fabric of silver colors. Deposit the fabric on the counter, and on it the flowers, wrapping them with love.
With a new larger bow, she embraced the fabric, closing it and offering it to Kj. He smiled, cradling it with his arms.
The woman typed on the cash register while Kj took money from the wallet.
"Nice thought." He said, pointing to the quote on her shirt. The woman smiled at him, reaching out to take the money.
"John Lennon." The woman sighed, with a certain hint of sadness. The fixed view on the numbers on the small screen. "It seems incredible that someone with such beautiful verses would be snatched from us so brutally and selfishly ..."
Kj nodded, not knowing what else to say. He supposed the conversation was over.
"Have a nice day, ma'am, thank you for your help." He said goodbye, nodding and heading for the door.
When he was about to cross it, the woman called him.
"Hey! Boy!" She exclaimed. Kj turned around, confused. She smiled tenderly. "Good luck. "
Kj smiled, nodded, and returned to the car.
Some time later, he was a few meters from Camila's door. Bouquet in hand. Heart runaway.
He remembered the words he had repeated so many times in front of the mirror, with the pulse tripled.
«Camila, God knows how nervous I get with these things. I ... You ... I'm in love with you, Camila. Crazy and desperately. I love you irremediably and insanely. I love you Camila. I love you madly. »
Kj decided: he walked with a firm step, but feeling the pulse at the temples. He took a deep breath, closer and closer to the door.
However, his legs stopped short when he caught movement behind the windows: Camila, laughing, hugging Charles as they kissed slowly and sweetly.
And almost as if the world fell suddenly with its own weight, Kj's heart broke. Desfigured, emaciated, destroyed.
Kj ran back to the car, feeling the pressure in his chest and ears. He needed to get out of there desperately, get away from them. Run away.
He practically jumped into the car and crushed the accelerator, his tires buzzing against the asphalt. Although he couldn't care less.
Kj drove for hours, until tears clouded his vision. He stopped the car aside on the road, with the beach on his left. It was getting dark: soon the sun would dissolve in the waves.
Kj screamed, hitting the steering wheel until his hands ached and he felt his throat break with the familiar metallic taste of blood.
It was childish. It was a childish reaction in the shattered heart of an adult and he didn't give a shit.
"FUCK!!!!!!!" He barked, dropping his head against the back of the seat, crying inconsolably.
Little by little, the brutality and energy in his breathing were calming, his tears were drying and the crying stopped being heard.
Kj glanced quickly at the abandoned bouquet of flowers, then looked with irony and anger at an imaginary sky, dedicating the face of John Lennon, who seemed to mock.
"I guess I was late, wasn't I...?" He prayed, like someone speaking to an old friend.
Kj took a deep breath, and sank into the loneliness of his car.
You can't protect yourself from sadness, without protecting yourself from happiness too. -John Lennon.
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The 25 Most Important CW Couples, Ranked: Varchie and Bughead made the list
While the CW airs everything from DC TV to hour-long dramas to sci-fi/fantasy to dramedies, all of its series have one thing in common: romance.
Since it made its debut in 2006, the CW has brought a variety of television shows into homes of its viewers every week. No matter what the genre – DC TV, drama, sci-fi/fantasy or dramedy – nearly every show has something in common: romance. Here are the 25 Most Important CW Couples Ranked.
NUMBER 15 ARCHIE AND VERONICA (RIVERDALE)
It was attraction at first sight. Veronica walked into Pop's and Archie promptly forgot that Betty was talking to him. It was the beginning of what should have been the classic Betty/Archie/Veronica love triangle.
There was some of it in the first episode. Betty struggled with her feelings for Archie and He and Veronica shared a kiss during a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven. However, by the season 1 finale, the series seemed to have firmly picked a side. It was Archie and Veronica. Like when most shows leave behind a love triangle, the series was better for it.
Their relationship hasn't been easy, but when are any romances on a teen drama?
They may be the most physical of the Riverdalecouples, but that's not all there is to Varchie. There is love there, even though she couldn't respond to his "I love you" right away. They've managed to get through quite a few problems. She paid for his father's medical bills, while he's gotten a bit too involved in her father's business, especially for a teenager. Now, she's backing his father for mayor, even though Fred's running against her mother.
If they can stick together through her parents' shady business practices and the mayhem of the town, they should (hopefully) continue to be just fine.
NUMBER 9 BETTY AND JUGHEAD (RIVERDALE)
The couple that solves crimes together, stays together. Like most residents of Riverdale, Betty and Jughead deal with some pretty crazy stuff. The pilot introduced her as the good girl next door. He was the loner she recruited to work on the school paper. That was just the beginning.
Jughead was the one to help her find answers about her sister in the first season. From the moment he assured her she wasn't crazy and kissed her in her bedroom, there was no going back. Betty and Jughead became a couple fans rooted for, even though some expected the series to return to the Betty/Archie/Veronica love triangle. It did, only briefly, when the couples were broken up. Their relationship has hit a few rough patches. He joined the Serpents and she broke up with him on the Black Hood's orders (through Archie, of all people).
However, it looks like they're back together for good (or at least the near future) right now. Riverdale works well when these two are on good terms and solving mysteries, which there are plenty of in this town, together.
Let's just hope that stays true. It's not going to be easy, especially now. Betty's father just confessed to being the Black Hood, while Jughead is mixed up in crazy business with Penny and the Ghoulies.
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