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The walls were thick with wallpapers. The old lady living in a Victorian house could not seem to get enough of wallpapers because she liked them flower prints. She smiled as she rocked on her chair with her glasses angling on the tip of her nose. "I think I am going to buy some new wallpapers today," she whispered to herself as she read her newspaper clippings.

The air was brisk, it was impossible not to feel the draft anywhere in the house because every window in her house were left open. The flowers need the air, Miss Jessup often muttered to herself while tucking her hand-woven sweater in. Folks in her neighbor would occasionally drop by her doorstep to check in to see if she was still alive because she rarely stepped out of her house.

About a mile away, a young lass at her prime was sitting on her desk with her pressed skirt and half-buttoned shirt; she was whistling with a pen twirling through her fingers. Sabrina was almost 20 years old that day she fell in love. It had only took her one look into that boy's eyes that distorted everything she believed in.

Joshua was nothing short of perfection, she thought. His innocence was so pure, it was almost as if he did it on purpose. When he smiled, every moving thing would turn into slow motion. Anyone who knew Sabrina would know that she was not the type who could easily be swept off her feet without her consent. She was a girl who would get up early in the morning to do her morning chores way before the rooster had even bothered to get up. She was a serious hardworking girl who was on her way out to make her mark.

Their rendezvous happened so fast that neither of them could fully grasp the reality of it. Joshua was on his way to his daily appointment with his best friend, Reggie, whom he called his alter ego. They would often exchange jokes or tidbits about their daily encounters. This time, Joshua had nothing to say except for an occasional "uh-uhs" and "yeahs" for his brain was still processing the fact that he had met the most beautiful girl he ever saw.

After her tea, Miss Jessup sighed and put on her slippers. It was a long and productive day, she thought as she gradually dragged her two crooked feet towards her bedroom. It was not her time to sleep but she was already weary from all the pasting and scrubbing that she did for her new wallpapers in the living room. She knew that come morning, her body would pay the price but the sight of her new flower prints when entering her living room after a good night's sleep was worth the pain. "The flowers need the air", she signed softly while embracing herself as she passed through a large window that blew a chilly air into her entire bedroom. The minute she fell asleep, the images of all the flower prints she had over the years would magically appear as if they were awoken up by Miss Jessup's sleep. She smiled because she knew by then that everything was right in the world again.

That morning, Sabrina had nearly missed her bus because she was carrying a handful of dandelions along with her psychology books. It had took her all day to cough up a courage to meet up with Joshua at the corner of Watson building. "What if he is allergic to dandelions?" she started to worry. Her perspiration started threaten her carefully applied mascara while she sat on her bus seat. "What did he mean by flowers anyway?", she muttered as she fiddled with the note that Joshua wrote to her. It asked her to bring flowers and a book of her choice when she meets up with him. If it was just from an ordinary boy, Sabrina would immediately toss away the note like a spoiled tissue but this time, she held on to the note with her shaky hand because the note was from Joshua. The boy with a silly hat.

The morning arrived in such a hurry as if the sun knew that day was important. Miss Jessup did not get up like she would every morning. The room was so cold that her blankets were completely stiff and so was Miss Jessup. In her right hand were dying dandelions leaning against her bosom as if the dandelions knew it was her time to go.

Joshua never showed up that day Sabrina ran/walked towards the Watson building. It took Sabrina years to realize that the very note was written by no other but herself and that the flowers weren't dandelions but of a torn piece of a wallpaper.