He had come up with an excuse to escape then, a sloppy one. One they would decidedly never believe. Surely, his phone would be ringing up in a few hours.
As he pushed open the door to his mess of an apartment, he numbly decided to ignore the clothes strewn all over the place and the balled-up pieces of paper that contained an incomplete masterpiece.
Instead, his feet took him to the balcony. It was the one thing in his life that looked like it had been given importance.
There were flowers of all kinds everywhere. Daisies, roses, poppies, lilies, hyacinths and many others surrounded him.
What about him?
What…Who was he? Where was he going?
His friends…they had all sat on the same school benches, had experienced happiness and heartbreak, had lived their youths together, all as one, and now…Now they all were on their paths to happiness whilst he was lost trying to find his.
And him, what about him!? He nearly cried.
His head hung in shame and sorrow, and blankly, almost lifelessly, he touched the lilies that had yet to bloom.
“Why can’t you just – just blossom already!” he cried in sudden anger.
He had bought the rose and lily seeds and had planted them at the same time, and yet, these lilies stubbornly refused…
But then, he remembered something.
On the back of the package, it had said that these would take longer to grow, simply because, well, lilies were lilies. Lilies could not grow as fast as roses, or else they might as well be roses. But they would eventually bloom.
It was just that they were…different, and so, they grew differently.
It was stupid of him to ask the lily to grow and blossom like the rose had…Why then was he doing that to himself?