Valentine

“Happy Valentine’s Day, April.” the words apprehensive and gruff as he presented the small delicate flower held in such large, scarred hands. The variation and stark contrast between something so fragile and exquisite being treated like glass in the same hands of a person who’d fling and handle shipping containers like a normal person would a tissue box. It was a strange albeit rather beautiful combination to say the least.

Blue eyes lifted from the proffered red rose to his tense face. When April began dating Raphael only a month ago, she wasn’t exactly sure what to expect; they’d been close friends prior to pursuing a romantic relationship, but this was something neither had any experience with. She’d dated numerous guys over the course of her 26 year life and Raph had absolutely no experience with dating anyone or even had much social interaction outside of his brothers in his mere 19 years of existence. To say it was odd adjustment for both of them would be a gross understatement.

“...and I know what yer thinkin’, no, I didn’t steal it.” he said flat out in response to her silence; when in actuality, where he got it from was the farthest thing from her scattered mind.

It was so out of the ordinary that she couldn’t help but exclaim, “W-What?”

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Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all. I will be absent next week, so just wanted to thank you guys for your continued support. Love you! xoxo