KK has something to say:
This is a VERY, VERY, VERY short story that I came across while I was bored so I translated it on a whim. As it is only one chapter long and super short, I won’t be uploading it onto NovelUpdates.
Without further ado, enjoy! 🙂
The blind loves blindly.
The mute loves silently.
Warning: Not a happy ending
Read THIS if you are new to my translations!
I fell in love with someone.
That person has the smell of sunshine coming from him.
He is the owner of a flower shop.
I bought a stalk of rose from him, and then I gifted it to him.
He didn’t say anything and just gently gave it back.
My fingertips touched his fingertips.
The bell rang. It signalled that it is ten o’clock.
I could only take the flower home and put it in the vase in the living room.
Mum saw the flower and was very happy.
But I know she cried.
Every morning at ten I would go to his flower shop, buy a stalk
of rose and gift it to him.
Every time he would give it back without saying anything.
I was crazy about the smell coming from him.
Although we have never talked.
The best time of my day was when I went to buy flowers.
Though it was just a few short minutes.
One day, I told him. I said that I would be going to the
hospital to be checked so I would not be able to come tomorrow.
He didn’t say anything.
What was I expecting?
He didn’t like to speak.
The doctor said that there were blood clots in my brain and
that with surgery, I have a chance of seeing again.
The price was the possibility of losing my life.
I sat in the study for a whole night.
As usual, at ten o’clock the next morning, I went to his flower shop to buy a rose.
As usual, he gently gave it back to me and didn’t say a word.
My brother is managing the company well.
I am very at ease.
I stored the flower inside my medical files.
Then I boarded the ten o’clock flight to America.
Three years later, I once again set foot onto this land.
The city had developed very rapidly.
High-rise buildings rose from the grounds.
At ten o’clock in the morning, I came to both a familiar yet unfamiliar place.
The flower shop had long closed down.
The people were gone.
Both the shop and that person was gone.
Ten years later, my wife was cleaning out my medical files.
From inside, a sunflower fell out.
“Didn’t I buy roses?” I was surprised.
“No,” Mum replied, “It was always sunflowers.”
Sunflowers ————— Silent love.
KK has something to say:
A very, very short story that leaves you with that slight feeling of regret and heartbreak. Don’t you just hate missed opportunities?