Never to be seen. Brush the petals one last time. The beautiful golden petals.

Quick put it away, never to see the light of day.

Oh, sweet flower why must you taunt me, dance with me.

I can't help this sickness.

—𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘴

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"Yes, I am bad!" Ambrosia laughed slightly.

"Oh really, how exactly?"Dante exclaimed.

They had gotten into an argument over which one of them was considered "bad" than the other after a sad discussion over her grandmother's death.

"I'm not playing with you, I've got other mans" she stated jokingly. Dante drew in a sharp breath at her statement.

"You, with other men, besides me, I doubt it, baby," Dante said clicking his tongue.

Was that some type of challenge?

"Whatever Dante, I don't see you running around with girls!" Ambrosia shot back as if she had one the conversation.

"Hey, hey, I never said I was....I'm already looking at this one girl..." he began.

"Really?" Ambrosia said sarcastic knowing exactly what he was doing.

"Yeah she's gorgeous, but she seems to hate it when I call her baby" he ran on.

"Oh my gosh, stop-"

Dante laughed huskily at her reaction as Ambrosia was on the verge of hanging up. However, a question pricked her mind.

"Why do you call me that?"

"What?"

"Baby..."

"Why not?" Dante said more assertively than a question. The tone of his voice dropped sending a shock to her chest.

"Dante you know why" Ambrosia spoke slowly.

"Tell me why" he replied a little more forcefully.

Ambrosia moved the phone back from her ear and tilted her head to the side. If this boy didn't stop playing games she was going to drop him fast.

"You know, we're not trying to start anything"

"Ambrosia I-"

"Please, we've had this conversation before, Dante" Ambrosia stopped him instantly.

"Why can't we change that?"Dante said. Ambrosia could hear the anger being subsided in his voice, the stress that she was putting him through.

That was one of his problems. He felt too much.

"I don't know," Ambrosia said bluntly.

There was a moment of silence.

Ambrosia remembered the very day they met. At some house party, one of her old friends decided to tag along in. They bumped into each other after an incident with her friend and the cool night air along with the alcohol had them both falling over each other.

Ambrosia knew thought, in the morning that this would be her occasional one night with some guy. But they began to talk and text more often, building some kind of lust-filled friendship.

In the beginning, it felt normal, they both wanted the same nighttime love, and in the morning they parted ways. Ambrosia soon could realize that Dante started holding her closer and caressing her. His movements became gentler and more precise when she was around.

It was time for some space, it's what's best....for both of us.

"Dante I need to go...I need to pack for a trip" Ambrosia said dully.

"W-wait I...where are you going?" Dante mumbled.

"My grandmother's funeral"

"Ah...yeah, sorry"

"It's fine-"

"Can we at least try to work something out" Dante pleaded cutting her off.

"I-I'll talk to you later, okay?" Ambrosia said quickly and without waiting for an answer she hung up. Despite being so distant with Dante, Ambrosia was more afraid of being in any relationship.

Ambrosia curled herself up on her couch and draped a wool blanket over her body. As she contemplated her relationship with Dante, sleep slowly crept up onto her.

Ambrosia slipped into a dreamless slumber.

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Unkown POV

I decided to stay and look around after I had placed the letter for the boss. I heard the young woman car from around the corner of the culdesac. So I ran to my grey car parked on the other side of the street and hid inside. I was impressed, a young woman such as herself living in fairly large house own her own.

She was a promising candidate for an independent female figure in her family.

She got out of her car, and my jaw dropped.

Ambrosia was beautiful. Brown glowing skin, and thick black hair. Her brown eyes flashed to the door, where the note was.

Interestingly enough she seemed to be in a bad mood. So I took upon myself, in my own interest, to watch her.

I soon lost sight of her as she stepped into her house.

I know what your thinking.

Oh your such a creep, haha.

But I had too. I had to do this, she was all part of the plan.

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