[MARGARET]

I just decided to go home instead of the initial plan to roam around for a while. I even had a plan to buy a book. But then, because of what happened at the entrance of the Engineering building a while back, I never got to do that. My focus was ruined because of it.

In one month since I transferred, three flowers changed the course of my life.

Three flowers that I was thinking, perhaps they came from just one person. Or maybe not.

I forgot. The other two flowers' origins were also mysterious to me.

I really don't know what to think. The last time that flowers made a wreck of my mind was when during first semester of that year. I was still in Aurora at the time. We still haven't return here in San Rafael. But my father was getting ready to transfer to his new working place.

I only sighed when I recalled that memory.

Here we go again...

I shouldn't have remember that It was all in the past.

'All in the past but why are you still affected even though you're just remembering everything about that?'

I couldn't think of a retort for that particular thought that my mind resounded for me. I even thought of putting up a fight just to contradict that but I couldn't thinking of anything to say.

Maybe in a way, I might have ended up saying it was right.

But since I don't want to dwell in those thoughts any longer, I forced myself to remove those thoughts from my mind. So far, I succeeded in doing that.

That was when I heard my phone's ringtone for my Incoming Call. When I took my cellphone out of my bag where I put it, I got confused when I only saw an unregistered number flashing on the screen.

Weird... Who would even call me at this hour? As far as I knew, I didn't give my contact number to anyone recently.

Now I couldn't even decide. Should I even answer it?

My phone kept on ringing for almost a minute. It would soon redirect to my voice mail if I didn't answer it already.

But I thought... this was perhaps, the best thing to do.

Okay. I would stick to that. At least I won't answer the call of whoever was calling me at the moment.

A few moments later, the mysterious call redirected to the voice mail.

I tried to prepare myself to hear whatever message would that mysterious call would leave on the voice mail. But I froze to the spot when I heard the voice of the caller who left a voice message there.

'Margaret... it's me. Can we please meet somewhere? We need to talk.'