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"What is that?" Fukase stared at the cream-colored box in Flower's hands. It was about a foot long, with pastel green and pink flowers delicately painted on the lid. The dark colors and black cords and Zeppelin posters of the rest of her bedroom made the cutesy floral box stick out like a sore thumb. She set it down carefully on her desk and pried open the lid, which stuck for a shuddering moment before popping up.

"It's an old jewelry box that belonged to my grandmother." There was a mirror inlaid in the underside of the lid. Flower fluffed her bangs when she saw her reflection. "She doesn't want it anymore so I'm going to see if there's anything in here I want to keep."

Fukase got up from where he reclined on the foot of Flower's bed for a closer look over her shoulder.

The box was separated into tiny velvet compartments, six on each side and stuffed with sparkling rings and earrings. In the middle was a deep hollow filled to the brim with a shining assortment of silver necklaces.

"Wow," said Fukase. "She really didn't want to save any of these?"

"Ooh, look at this." Flower selected a pendant from the pile, a polished violet stone of some sort, and pulled up a clump of fine chains with it. "Oh God."

She lifted it higher to reveal that every necklace in the box tangled together in a giant, bulky knot of chains, some thick and others thin. It looked like a dust bunny had decided to wear chain mail armor, or maybe a steampunk tumbleweed. But whatever it could be compared to, there was one thing it certainly could be called. A lost cause.

Fukase hissed in a breath. "Yikes."

Flower held it up and stared. Air puffed out from her nose, almost like how a bull huffed and snorted before charging. A sparkle in her eyes seemed to say, "At long last, a worthy challenger."

Fukase's admiration for his girlfriend bubbled to the surface. Never once had she backed down once she had set her sights on a goal. Not even a fever could slow her, which Fukase had witnessed first hand.

Flower tossed the tangled knot onto her desk, turned on her lamp, and rolled up her purple checkered sleeves. Using the stretched out tie around her wrist, she pulled her hair into a high ponytail then twisted it into a tight bun.

Fukase had seen this before. With her hair up and back, Flower was the most determined girl he had ever seen. He had been shocked the first time he witnessed how a different hairstyle changed her so completely. And entirely smitten. His heart picked up pace thinking of how they first met.

Waiting for the train to arrive so he could begin his commute to the university he attended, Fukase hadn't thought twice about the girl setting up for a street performance on the other side of the platform. She tuned her guitar with her hair pushed behind her shoulders. She seemed like any other street musician.

But then, she put her hair up.

It was like the heavens opened up to shine a spotlight on her. People stopped to listen at the very first chord. The atmosphere of the entire terminal shifted, became lighter and more lively. People's faces turned from their conversations and lifted from their phones to watch this girl pouring her heart out into her guitar and song. She played as if her music was an extension to her soul.

Fukase never once regretted skipping class that day. Not when it led to a sweet yet awkward conversation that led to watching another street performance and another and another and finally an invitation to see her play at a live house that Flower extended with a glint in her eye that made Fukase weak in the knees.

"Babe, could you get me a needle from my sewing kit?" Flower smirked as she lifted the tangled necklaces, and Fukase could easily imagine it quivering in fear. "This knot is going to rue the day it encountered the all-powerful Flower!"

As Fukase brought her weapon of choice to her, he smiled. He couldn't have held a different sentiment.