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“Je vous souhaite d’être follement aimée.”—

Aiden sings songs between his steps, the nightlight above covering up his heavy eyes and messy locks, all the boy know is he has never been this giddy over a mere ‘dings’ he received— “kakak mau peluk ai.” was all it took for Aiden to be here, in front of his unit, with a bouquet of blue roses, and a heart-shaped cookie he baked.

Said boy know more than anyone how is it to give love, all throughout his life, he has been the one to make sure his surroundings would never crave and beg for one. He is the one to fill their cups full.

It was a wednesday in a sun-dazed july, Aiden locked his gaze on a guy wrapped in a sky-blue shirt, the formal navy blue suit draped over his arms. Within a few blinks, the guy is in front of him, with a smile plastered across his features. Aiden was pretty certain, flowers are blooming at every corner of the coffee shop he is in, and the scent of fresh roses whirled through the air.

Nobody would ever thought the guy would live rent-free in his headspace from that moment and ahead. He is one with even more love to give in his pocket, one who shed light on his dark and stormy nights. Aiden has no longer afraid of being lonely ever since he crashed into his life.

Aiden always believes that people are given three chances in life— and what he is certain about is the fact that their encounter was the biggest turning point in his life. One of the three chances he gets was spent with coming across him.

The guy who is now turning twenty-five is curled up, all warm under the blanket they sometimes shared together. The roses which are in diversified shades of blue Aiden brought all the way from his favorite florist is now in a vase on his nightstand.

Aiden ran his fingers through his locks, smiling at the sight of him peacefully being in a deep slumber, his frown from working through mixes and melodies throughout the whole day is no longer visible, this is his favorite sight to see.

“happy birthday, my forever-dearest birthday boy..”

With that, Aiden wishes for nothing but for the boy in his arms to know how is it to be loved— madly.

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aiden loves stray cats, it was until he was ten when he realized, he is one of them.

Marseille, 2011.

In between the chaos of the sea, the beguiling dark shades of the sky, and every doubt the wind has, there was a ten years old Aiden with his tears flowing down his cheeks, knees are pressed against his chest, unsure of where he should go after he is being left alone in a huge mansion his father owns— oh, late-father.

Not even two hours before, he was embraced by his father, “Ai, wherever you go, papa will always make sure that papa is one step behind you, if you fall, papa will be there to catch you, if you feel like the world is against you, papa will be against the world to be able to get you here between my arms.” was the last thing the man said to Aiden, before he’s in another fight with his wife— a woman Aiden would never address with ‘mom’. The fight did end like usual, one of them stepping out from the house, it was his father’s turn, but he never came back.

Aiden was left with a “you’re fucked in the head, just like your father. Watch how he would never come back here for you.”

His father died in a car crash. The woman killed two souls in just one night, and the other one wasn’t her own.

The only one who’s able to save half his soul is only Marceline, Aiden calls her his mon fée marraine, a damsel who initially work for his father, to help him watch over Aiden since he was an infant, because his mother refused to do so. She came to took his cold hands that very night, she is one to make sure to be with Aiden every steps of his way, not related by blood but Aiden is certain they have pretty blue strings attached to their pinkies, the sign that they are connected by heart. She takes Aiden to a small village to grow up with, Aiden agrees, left the mansion— saving it for his future, to be able to proceed to heal.

Aiden now is able to stand on his own, being able to breathe without burden and it is all because of Marceline. Marceline has her own florist, and a bakery, Aiden simply asked (forced) her to have one each, Aiden knows what she’s good at, they—Aiden, Marceline, and her child with a twisted-in-the-head man, Sophie, are now managing the small and precious shops.

Marceline calls Aiden mon saturn.

Little did anyone knows, Marceline was being left alone in the same night, if Aiden is left with bruises on his soul, Marceline was left with visible bruises all over her dainty features, while she’s with Sophie inside her womb. Marceline came, all because she believed something has gone wrong in that mansion, all because her heart aches from mere flashes of Aiden’s face. Marceline would forever thank her intuition. When she holds Aiden in her embrace, she promises herself that she would protect those three pulses she felt altogether. To Marceline, Aiden is her another chance, Aiden is her saturn.

Aiden now knows how is it to be surrounded by love. Aiden found love from every stray cats he adopted, Aiden found love from flowers he sniffed every morning— it is either Marceline or Sophie who sent him a bouquet every single day even though he is now far away, Aiden found love from pastries Marceline made for him once in a while, and Aiden can find love because how his dad taught him to be nothing but the one who gives love. Aiden find love because how full of love his dad was.

Outside of love, his father left him with a wine game to handle at Bordeaux, maybe his father knows that growing up, Aiden would love to run away here and there, so his father makes sure that Aiden would eventually find his way to France. Now being away from Marceline and Sophie, Aiden lives in a city his father told him about, where his grandmother planted her roots in, and it is Bandung. Aiden has been living there for about three whole years, managing gift shop, and coffee shops because he finds the urge to in one very random morning when he wakes up from his sleep.

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