The Dandelions

One

Cold air enveloped the streets of this old city, bone-chilling. Everyone was trembling behind their thick clothes, the air temperature in early December changed slowly to 15°C. Elieon, sitting quietly in the corner of the garden, closed his eyes, enjoying the time of solitude he loved the most. So cold, so calm, so beautiful. His mind raged with an uncalled imagination.

"Ah this is how it should be" her mind with eyes that kept closed. An hour ago, he sat down with his textbooks next to him.

Elieon was a mixed-blooded girl, her pitch-black eyes unlike those of the blue continent with firm brow lines giving off a strong and mysterious impression. Wavy blackish brown hair makes her face look small, her lips are medium or slightly thick without moisturizing the picture that she is also a cool character girl with a flat face that does not care about anything. He only knows how to love himself and his world, as he is doing in a corner of the park right now.

"hufft, it's been a long time since I've been sober!" muttered. His eyes opened slowly, remaining the same everyone just passed by with their respective roles. His eyes looked straight ahead until he found something at the end of the view of someone who was bowed quietly pensively for how long. Feels familiar she thinks, but she doesn't want to know more, "it's none of my business." her inner self.

But he did not want to move because he was too comfortable with his position. Elieon finally observes 'the man' again, ah it turns out to be a man.  The man continued to bow, immediately came a woman who then sat beside him. While the man turned his head but bowed again as if reluctant to speak while the woman looked wrathful pointing and even touching her head violently, Elieon furrowed his brows looking at her. "Is he stupid?want to be played like that by a woman?" elion kept replacing him. The woman left the man beside her by throwing something.

Elieon begins to feel pity, but meddling in the affairs of others is not his nature. In the end, he had to mix it up. Elieon approached the man,

The man stared pushyly at Elieon "miss, am I bad?" tanyanya arrived while receiving a handkerchief. Elieon looked at her in wonder, what is this really about .

"try to love yourself rather than be busy loving others. You don't have to return the handkerchief, I never take back what I gave." replied Elieon then passed away leaving him.

 The man was pensive at what Elieon said, the foreign woman had given him unusual advice. He then smiled and thought "right, can I destroy myself if I love myself like this? worth trying. And we'll meet again cold woman, I'll 'And delos will definitely find you." And delos smiled broadly at the laughing that happened, maybe he was interested in something foreign and just met for the first time.

While Elieon thought nothing at all, he only knew how comfortable he was and could relax in this kind of weather. Elieon just needs some quiet.

It was a long day for the two of them, one busy with himself and one busy with the handkerchief in his grasp. Very enticing.