<strong>Chapter 21 – There’s A Perfect World In Here (2)</strong>


    “Huh?”


    Her purple eyes turned look at Simon again. She blinked slowly as she tried to understand the meaning behind his words.


    “I have a favorite ce here?”


    Simon did not answer. Louise decided not to question him further and allowed him to guide her towards the destination. She found it pleasant to walk beside him.


    They passed the dormitories and the library, and Louise looked around to observe the still new and unfamiliar Academy. Students rushing to make it in time for ss. Faculty members carrying piles of heavy documents.


    Louise’s eyes stopped at one point. Where the warm sunlight shone was a shimmering building. Louise recognized that light.


    “They have a greenhouse?!”


    Louise yelled with amazement, and Simon nodded. Louise now understood why he so confidently said this was her favorite ce. She loved a greenhouse. When she arrived in this world with a worn out heart it was her parents’ love and the time at their greenhouse that healed her.


    Louise was the one to take the lead in walking this time.“It’s where Professor Wayne Hill conducts his experiments.”


    Louise paused. She was cautious about the word “experiments.”


    “Are we allowed to go in?”


    “Professor Hill wees all visiting creatures, and you’re a good specimen.”


    “I’m a creature!”


    “Yes.”“I didn’t expect a day when I would be happy about being a creature.”


    Simon gave a rare smile at her enthusiasm. Louise picked up a brisk pace towards the greenhouse again.


    When they arrived at the building she peeked through the ss, but unfortunately Professor Hill was not there.


    “Nobody’s here.”


    “Usually not.”


    Perhaps this was Simon Hird’s secluded spot too. Louise felt a strange sense of reward that he chose the greenhouse as his haven. If he liked nts or insects at all, it would’ve been because of her. Louise said, “Excuse me, Professor,” in a small voice then carefully pushed the door open.


    And breathed.


    The smell of healthy soil filled up her lungs. That alone made Louise’s heart beat happily.“...Simon isn’t wrong,”


    she murmured.


    “This is my favorite ce.”


    She looked back at Simon, who was still holding the door of the greenhouse. As always, she found him looking at her.


    “I’m in love,”


    Louise said from her heart.


    “I love greenhouses.”


    “Yes.”


    Simon nodded his head.


    “Louise Sweeney loves greenhouses,”


    he repeated, like he trying to master a whole sentence.


    “And you also like drinking Assam tea in a greenhouse.”


    “Yes I do.”


    “It will be ready right away.”


    Ready? Simon seemed determined to keep surprising her today. He had brought her to a greenhouse that had never been shown in the original novel, and now he was going to serve her Assam ck tea.


    Finally Simon fully walked inside. It was not arge space, only about the size of a dormitory room and was densely packed with nts. At first nce there seemed to be vegetables she could eat, but judging by the sign that said “Caretaker’s garden” it already had an owner. In the center of the greenhouse was a long bench with a cushion, and an old tea table and chair. It was a rxing disy.


    Louise smiled happily and eased herself at table. She closed her eyes and breathed for a moment, imagining herself returning home to the Sweeney greenhouse.


    A few minutester, she heard the delicious sound of tea being poured from a teapot. Louise admired the fragrance and color.


    “What should I do?”


    Louise gently lifted her teacup and resisted the urge to roll around in giddiness.


    “There’s a perfect world in here.”


    Even at the highestpliment, Simon simply sat opposite of her with a cup of tea.


    “Thank you for showing it to me.”


    Louise kept looking around her, naming each nt one by one, while Simon simply stared at her awed expression. He wondered if she was really all right. He didn’t grow up with a lot of rtionships, but he knew it could be a difficult time with a broken engagement. Her purple eyes sparkled in delight, and he hoped her happiness was genuine.


    Louise was almost his only friend, and there may be a depressed Louise that Simon couldn’t see. Perhaps her happiness was a special look that she only gave to nts the she loved. However, if she was going through an emotionallyplex and difficult time, he knew she would be okay. This ce would help her heal.


    “Come to think of it, Simon.”


    “...?”


    “Do you remember when I gave you a lily of the valley?”


    “I remember.”


    “Actually, I had a dream about thatst night.”


    Louise sat up and looked at him with a serious expression.


    “When I gave you that flower you said something, but I couldn’t hear it right...Maybe that’s what’s been bothering me all this time. Although you probably won’t remember if I say it out of the blue like this.”


    Of course he remembered. Simon picked up <i>Time of Records</i>and in between the pages pulled out a bookmark decorated with dried petals. He handed the bookmark to Louise as his answer. Though pressed t, she recognized the shape and color of the petals at once.


    “Did you mean to make a bookmark by drying it?”


    He didn’t answer.


    <i>‘I will cherish it.’</i>


    He was embarrassed to say that...


    He couldn’t figure out why though.