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Cinquefoil – 2P!England

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In a small town in England was a bakery, owned by a man. The man always appeared in bright color clothing, pink and blue, just like his hair and eyes. His name was Oliver.

He was a really cheerful one and it made customers enjoyed his company. He was like a genius in baking, especially in baking cupcakes. Though it was just a small bakery in a small town, it was enough for him.

Well, it used to be enough for him.

Today he closed his shop early and it was what he did annually since three years ago. Sometimes, there were some people who came when he was closing and he would politely explain it to them. He just had to go to that place, actually. Today was a special day. It was his daughter’s birthday.

He closed the shop and went outside, walking to where he would meet his daughter. This year he decided to give her other present than cupcakes. He could give her that anytime he wanted. Now he wanted to give her flowers. It’s simple, but his daughter loves flowers.

He went to the florist he always went to and asked for the flower to the clerk. The clerk smiled and picked the flowers. It was hard to find these flowers, actually and to be able to find it in this florist was like a miracle.

“Here’s your Cinquefoil, sir. Have a nice day.”

He took it and paid, “Thank you! Have a nice day too~!” he said and waved to the clerk as he went away.

He walked as he looked at his surroundings. It really was a small town. Almost every now and then he would greet the people who were familiar with him, and they would greet him back. He maintained his smile whenever he met people, but with every steps, he could feel his smile became smaller and smaller. Well, from the outside, he might look the same, but he was not.

Looking at the flowers, his heart dropped a little. Something was urging to come out, but he didn’t know what it was. He kept walking, until he finally reached the place.

A cemetery.

Hugging the flowers, he made his way to a tomb and knelt beside it. His hand made its way to the tomb and he said, with a small, sad smile, “Good afternoon, poppet. I’m sorry I’m a bit late, but I will come for you for sure.”

He paused for a while, inhaling and exhaling before he continued, “Do you remember what day is today? It’s your birthday, sweety, that’s why I bring you flowers,” he put the flowers, “You loved flowers, right?”

He couldn’t help but see the name craved on it. The moment his eyes saw it, he couldn’t hold it anymore and tears made their way to his eyes. Here rest his daughter, (name), who died four years ago.

He tried to wipe his tears and smile, but to no avail, the tears just kept falling.

One by one, memories came back to his mind. The time he spent with his daughter, from the very beginning until the very end.

(name) was not his real, blood related daughter. However, he loved her just like his family. The first time he met her was in an orphanage, when she was only three. Oliver wanted some company back then and since he really liked children, he thought he would adopt one. He went to the orphanage and looked for the right child.

He went to the back and found two children, one was crying and the other one was comforting. He approached them and after he learnt the situation, he helped the crying one to be cheerful again. He succeeded and with that he knew (name) and her friend. (name) was the one who comforted her friend. Oliver really respected her behavior and become closer to her.

Just a month after, he adopted her and they lived a happy life.

But that was 17 years ago.

Everything went smoothly at first, until (name) suddenly got an unknown disease at the age of 10. She lived in the hospital ever since and not even a single day that Oliver let her spent her night alone. It was hard, yes, but Oliver didn’t want to lose her. He would do anything in his power to cure her, so she would be together with him again. He missed the time they baked together and owned the shop together.

Five years after (name) was diagnosed and lived in the hospital, her heart suddenly worked slower and her tension dropped. Oliver came as soon as possible to the hospital. (name) was breathing heavily, and when she saw her father coming, she smiled. Oliver came to her side and held her hand tightly in his.

The last thing she said to him was a farewell and that she loved him.

Oliver could not forget how her hand slid off his hands that day. Pink colors on her cheeks started to fade, her eyelids were closed, and her smiled stayed as is.

It had been four years, but he could not forget. Tears were still falling down his cheeks as he recalled everything about his daughter. If she was still alive, she would be in college by now. And even furthermore, she might find her love and got married. Things like that went to his mind, hoping that she was still alive to go through so many important events in her life and he would accompany her until she had her own life.

However, he could not do that anymore.

Though he knew the tears would still come out, he wiped them and looked at the name.

With a hoarse voice, he spoke.

“Y-you know… I love you… N-no matter how l-long it is….

You are my beloved daughter…”