"He loves me." Pluck. "He loves me not." Pluck. "He loves me…"
Reed sat cross-legged in the grassy field behind Windsor House, a yellow flower clutched in his small hand. The sun was slowly disappearing beneath the horizon and Reed knew he would have to return to the dorm soon. He plucked the last petal off the flower.
"He loves me not," He mumbled disapprovingly. He threw the bare stem to the ground, reaching for one of the many flowers surrounding him. One more try, he thought.
"He loves me…He loves me not…He loves me…"
"Do you seriously believe what a flower says, Reed?"
The little painter nearly jumped out of his skin. "Don't scare me like that!" Reed yelled as Shane took a seat on the grass beside him. He was blushing furiously, embarrassed after being caught.
Shane sighed dramatically, laughter dancing in his green eyes. He grabbed the flower from Reed's hand. "You're doing it all wrong, you know."
Reed glanced at Shane with confusion. Shane smiled at him and slowly began to peel the remaining petals off the flower.
"I love you…I love you…I love you…I still love you…I'll always love you…"