First attempt, Flowers

[Andre Broussard]

André's first meeting with Mortll was not what he could call a success, nor was it a complete failure, there has been a thin crack in which a very faint glimmer of hope slipped through. Everything is now in his hands. He has the impression that her heart has been wounded by some man, undoubtedly someone who occupied a very important place, and left a deep wound not yet healed. André does not know what really happened, perhaps he will never know, but that is not really important. What is important is to heal her heart, which André will need a lot of patience and tact.
He has learned that to live a great love it is necessary to be a man of one woman. One must understand with certainty that there is no love without fidelity. One who betrays his love for vanity ignores freedom, that immense, nameless freedom that one and only true love.
So, André thinks, his first step is to be a heart healer, but for that he must make her feel how unique and special she is to him and that she can trust him. He knows she is not looking for love, but love is not looked for, love just happens.
And that is André's plan, any given day, without knowing how or why, for no apparent reason, she realizes she needs him, so simple and yet so complicated at the same time. He is quite certain that she plans to reject him. He doesn't know how, but she will. This would break almost anyone else's heart but not André's, it is not easy to break a broken heart.
Six days have passed since their meeting and André has sent her flowers every day, so far he has not received a single message, neither of thanks, nor of rejection, silence, thunderous silence, total indifference.

Tomorrow the deadline is due, he already has the answer, it is the only possible option if he wants to have a chance, only eternity will give it to him.
In this game he has all the odds against him. Maybe, it all depends on the point of view, and from his point of view, he cannot lose what he never had. In the worst case, he would leave without having obtained anything, he would be like now, alone and with the same emptiness in his heart.
There is also another possibility, there is always in life more than one possible resolution to each event, even if remote and is to win her love. In that case there would be a tie, since both would win, in matters of love, the union of one plus one, is always much more than two.
Sometimes I feel like a poor hill and sometimes like a mountain of many peaks. I feel like a cliff, or like a distant blue sky, a spring between rocks and other times a tree with the last leaves ... André thinks… But today I feel just like a sleepless lagoon with a jetty already empty of boats; a green lagoon immobile and patient conforming with its algae, its mosses and its fish, serene in my confidence.
Trusting that one day you will take a look at yourself closely , and you will see yourself when you look at me… André close his eyes,letting himself be carried away by the winding paths of his thoughts, seeking hope when everything seems to be hopeless
… Do not save yourself, do not be calm, do not reserve the world, just a quiet corner, do not let your heavy eyelids fall as judgments, do not silence your lips without having spoken with Passion , do not rest without sleep, do not think without heart, do not judge yourself without time ...
… "Come on boy you're getting dark, with this melancholic attitude, you will get nothing but sadness"... André, hears himself saying out loud…
… "Tomorrow will be the day, there is no more to wait, it will be time for the second attempt"...
He will offer her his humanity, he will put his life in her hands, she told him it's a risky business, as he remembers, he shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head slowly,while he thinks "What difference does it make, if love kills when it does not die, and loves that kills never dies".