Jessie's POV

There she was, the girl I had only talked to in short greetings and comments. Though we did know each other, I don't think I've ever held a conversation effectively with her, and yet there she stood, through the forest path, sitting with her back rested against a tree trunk.

My heart raced a million miles a minuet, making it hard to concentrate on the task at hand, the rose. I had found one of the few single roses left in the forest, most now growing in bushes, and harder to separate. None the less I was starting to think trying to get a rose without murdering my hands would have been easier than what I was trying to do.

Who knew giving a rose to Petra would be so hard? I mean, its simple right? Walk up, hand her the darned thing and leave. No questions asked. So why couldn't I do it? Why couldn't I just walk up and just give it to her?

Because your a wuss. I thought to myself shamefully. Its what the redhead probably would have said, and would have had the same effect, to a more severe extent.

Do it. No I can't. Just walk over! What if she rejects it? You're never gonna find out if you don't walk over there and just hand it to her!

My internal battle raged on as I wondered if I should take my first step forward, or run as fast as I could in the other direction.

The bandana-wearing girl was reading a book, her pickaxe resting on the grass next to her, looking compeltly content just like that, and I felt my heart flutter slightly. The way the sun hit her eyes, turned the brown to gold, her hair from russet to burning orange. It was a breathtaking sight to see.

That was all my mind needed to know that I wasn't leaving until she somehow got this rose, and I knew exactly as I was going to do it.

......

She was directly below me, yawning cutely as some time had passed as it took me a while to navigate through he trees to get to this spot.

Rose in hand, I held it over where I wanted it to land, wondering if she would know if I gave it to her or not with this way out of the way plan.

I decided to stop thinking and dripped the rose, hiding in the leaves to stay hidden from the beauty sitting below me.

"Huh?" I hear her confused sound from here, watching as she looks up and around to find out who had dropped it, finding no one to my relief and slight regret.

I wanted her to know it was me, but she didn't need to know. I didn't need her to know. Her smile as she spun it with her fingers was enough for me to know that all I wanted was to make her happy, even if I never got the credit for it.