The days began to pass with a different lightness. Adam no longer visited the flower shop just to escape his loneliness, but for the sake of seeing her. Every time he saw Layla behind the counter, he forgot, for a moment, the heavy weight of his memories.
One morning, he entered the shop to find her decorating the window with tulips. The sunlight reflected on her hair, and the smile on her face made his heart beat faster than usual.
— "You know, spring is the season of beginnings," she said, placing a white flower in the vase.
He smiled faintly:
— "And do you think I have a new beginning?"
— "Everyone deserves a new beginning… even those who thought their seasons were over."
He couldn't reply, but he felt that her words were not just a passing sentence, but a hidden promise.
After a few minutes, she pulled a small bouquet from under the table and handed it to him:
— "This is for you."
He looked at her, surprised:
— "But… I didn't ask for anything."
She laughed:
— "Not everything in life is asked for. Sometimes gifts come when we least expect them."
He took the bouquet in his hands, and inside him a new feeling began to bloom… a sense of belonging, as if his heart, which had been a barren desert, had started to grow spring within it.
When he left the shop, he held the bouquet carefully, as if it were the most precious thing he owned. He realized that Layla was no longer just a girl he met by chance… she had become the flower of his life, one he feared losing.