The entire street started to scare Clive to no end, and this very rarely happens. But this was an exception for Fleurs du Mal was nowhere to be found. He frantically searched every person, looking for the beautiful Gothic angel that was suppose to meet him. As the giant clock above the Telegraph gave five dooming rings, his soul was starting to sink of rejection, depression, and over all humiliation over someone that was suppose to meet him here. This was pure torture. Giving up and ending all hope, hope, he decided to walk down the way she left early that morning. He wondered why would she do this to him, of all people? It was true that Fleurs did have a history of guys mistaking her, but could she in all actuality be the cause? It could be plausible that she done something similar to a fellow, then that same gent comes to her the next day to walk her home only in the nick of time to pull a fast one on her as revenge. But, he decided that it was not really worth his time to dwell over such terrible luck for it would only make him more depressed. Something that he defiantly did not need at this or any other moment of time.
When he walks home, one thing he liked to do was slowly navigate threw open sidewalks next to flower shops and inhale the wonderful aroma of the marvelously beautiful plants that only nature can create. And what a perfect time it was for he saw a beautiful black rose shining at the end of a long, old wooden table that was filled with plants being taken care of by an old man. He walked over to this particular black rose and stopped directly in front of it. Roses always had a thing to intrigued him, but black roses were the ones that completely robbed him of his heart. Maybe it was because black roses symbolize the transition between the world of the living and the world of the dead. Or maybe walking up to him now was the Flower of Evil herself.
As she walked, she looked more radiant and dark than earlier that day. She was now wearing black eyeliner, a more glamorous black dress that really made her curves stand out a little bit more, and overall gave her an entire new appearance. If it was not for her lovely recognizable face, Clive was sure that this was the wrong woman.
“I see my escort for tonight's lovely time has the tendency to spend his time gazing into the beauties of the flowers that surround him. In particularly my personal favorite: The wonderful black rose.” Fleurs said with a longingly glance at them all. She loved flowers, their designs intrigued her to no end and gave her the truth and utter fact that God does exist, for only he could create such wondrous creations.
“In all actuality, my lovely rose, I was thinking you stood me up and I was going to have to walk home all alone. But to my nice surprise, you did show up! You are but a few minutes, late which is purely forgivable, but if I may so strongly ask as to where you were and your occupation of this time that caused you to be so tardy?” He looked into her eyes and saw that threw her pupils, there was something of a secret that can never be reveled. So, he new that whatever it was was probably going to be a false denture, but he shalt not reveal his tongue.
“I was busy with some business. And, just to toss out there, my real occupation will come at a much later time but for now, I want to know the contents of tonight's festivities.” It took Clive a few minutes to think threw his mind until her found something.
“I think there is a theatre production that is beginning soon and if we make haste we shall catch it and enjoy the show that is “Heaven And Hell”.” Excitement flew over Fleur's wonderful face.
“You must know some of my secret desires for that play has been the royal of all. Now, lets make haste to appear there.” Grabbing each others hands, they walked quite a distance to the play house that sponsored such an extravagant production as Heaven And Hell. This ought to be an marvelous, extravagant, and emotional nightly sun in there lives.
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