The boy gives a girl a flower because he’s told that girls like that sort of thing. A lily, because roses have become a thing of the past. When she sees the flower in his hand, she breaks into a grin that makes his heart swell, though he’d never admit it. Whether this is love or just some silly romance, neither know, and neither care.
A week later, they share a kiss — not their first. Nearby, the lily stands limp in its vase, but they don’t care. If this is love, the flower is no true representation. Flowers fade and die but love… true love? Well, if this is it, then it can never really fade.