The Door, Sunflowers, and Him

There is a single, black color door in the middle of nowhere. The door is always numb. So does the red-dressed girl. As she always sit in front of it, quitely. She doesn't make any sounds. Even when she's breathing.
When it comes to winter, all we can see is just the white steam comes from her mouth. Still no sound, but we know that she is cold, her skin become whiter and all sounds she made are sneezes. She will somehow have some blankets covering her and sometimes a brown coat when she plays with the deers. But she will comeback and stay still in front of the door.
When spring comes, she will be a bit happier, knowing the seeds that she have planted during last year start to growing up, healthier and taller. She would move a bit and step by step, pouring some water with her hands to the plants. Then she would, fadely smile, for a second. Now she have a new line of something that she can brag, flowers!
When it finally moves to summer, she will be extra careful to protect the door. Because its really hot and humid, its time for the bears comes to search for food. But when she found a river, she is sure the bears are more attracted to the fishes. She tried to catch some, but the fishes are too sleek for her. She end up sitting nearby the river and talking to some pupaes that is late to transform themselves into beautiful butterflies. And when she comeback to her own little secret garden, she found out that her sunflowers growing taller, even more taller than her. She hugs those flowers and tell them that she loves them so much. She loves the brightness of them, which reminds her of him, of that person.
She get back to the door as she always do everyday, without no sound. She knocked the door slowly--no one answered, as usual.
"The sunflowers blooming!" She finally yells. No answer. "You have to come out to see how bright and beautiful they are!" She is about to say that the sunflowers are more like him, but she hold her tongue to talk more.
It comes to the autumn when she is so struggle with her own secret little garden, because so many storms comes unexpectedly, and she have to protect them all, especially the sunflowers. She wrapped them all one by one with plastics and pray that they can be strong. She whispered to the sunflower to not get down. "You are stronger than you know." She said.
Day by day, she is still sitting in front of the black door, in the middle of nowhere. As she hopes that someday the door will open--as she hopes that someday the heart will return.
At one early morning, before the sun rises, she is still awake, a bit freezing. As she always wait for the sun comes, she already miss the warmth.
There is a tumble sound behind the door. A really tiny voices. She can hear them all. She standing and stick her left ear to the door.
The person behind the door try to talk--it has been ages since he talks. His voice is so low, but she still can hear them.
"....Are you there?"
The girl nodded energetically, but then she realize that he can't see her. She grabs her red dress, and fill up her courage to talk.
"The sunflowers--" she couldn't finish her sentences. There is a sound of the keylock. She still have to wait for some seconds. Wait for this all this long.
Now she can see his eyes, peeking from the dark. She still can see them, a pair of bright brown color eyes.
He open the door completely. He never changes. He is just the way he is, eventough it has been a while since the last time she sees him. He see how her eyes never stops blinking. Then he see her little secret garden. The sunflowers are standing strong, bright and glorious. He never expected to see every beauty on each of them.
The sun rises. He can feel its warmth, how it goes to his heart, its glowing.
She know that he is speechless. She might be insane to wait for him this long, month by months, year by years, and yet she is still there, without knowing when exactly he will comes out, when exactly he will call her name and eventually, open the door. She is still will be there, and she would never stop to repeats that she have a pure heart, so does him. She would never back off, as he never asked her to leave. She wants to let him know that he is so precious, so important to her. But she is not good with voices, with words. She can only wait for him to realize, to know that he is loved.
She can see the tears comes down on his cheeks. For the first time, he cries. He cry all along from his darkness, his doubt, and his bottom of the heart. He still cry for hours, but there she is, she can't smile wider and brighter than she is now. Her eyes are like a mirror, she feels the tears also start to going down on both of her cheeks, then become waterfalls. She can't be any happier more than she finally can see him now.
"How are you?"
That's all she can say.