SICK!

SOMETHING like disappointment flickered in the man's golden eyes.  

"You like the hyacinth color, you wear it a lot. So I didn't think you would like a rose. That is why I gave you a hyacinth instead. And as for these, I'm not too sure, but I assumed you liked sweets. But it looks like I was wrong." 

No, he wasn't...

"You don't seem to like either of them." 

I do… No one has ever … No one…

The man turned around and walked to the door to leave, his hands dropped to his sides and his body slumped.  

Why? Why are you looking sad? Why do you look as if you care whether I like it or not? 

Stella's eyes grew soft, and her voice melted shakily. "I—that is-"