Chapter Eighty-Four: The Yellow Dandelion II

Without wasting any more time, I dashed into the mall again as I headed for the flower section, and just like every big mall, they had many bouquets of flowers; some had love cards stuck to a part of it, while others were just flowers with no card. I headed for the yellow dandelions section as the sweet smell ran to my nostrils, which sprouted a wave of memory. I always doubted the ability to remember things from just having to see or smell, but at that point, it was like it just happened yesterday. *** The first night after I had my all-night study session in college was a real bone-breaker for me. After the sturdy session, I laid in the room, curled up under the duvet. It was a lecture-free day, and most of my roommates had spent the night out. After the study night, I had to sleep all morning until I heard the door. The usual thought of my roomies returning one by one came—maybe they had misplaced their keys again. With the drowsiness weighing down on my eyes, the duvet still wrappe