They were impossibly bright. Against the backdrop of the dark, rattling windows, the daffodils looked like fallen stars. Elias reached out, his finger trembling as he touched a petal. It was soft, cool, and carried the faint, peppery scent of a morning that hadn't happened yet. He bought every single one.
"I can," Mara said. "But forced spring is expensive. And they won't last. They’re fragile when they’re born out of time. They’ll bloom bright for a day, maybe two, and then they’ll realize the world is cold and they’ll give up." "One day is enough," Elias replied. buy daffodils out of season
"I know the season," he said, clutching his coat collar. "But I need them today. For my wife. It’s her birthday, and she... she doesn't have until spring." They were impossibly bright