a whisper of words

it's a metaphor, you see.


15. mari




mari, she was a flower. she was a tiny little rosebud that blossomed into a beautiful rose. she wasn't just any rose. she was special; a single red rose among a dozen white ones. but you had to be careful. if you made her angry she might have pricked you with her thorns and spilled your blood upon the white rose petals. but she wasn't just a single flower either. she was a bouquet. she was full of colour and life, and she smelt like jasmine and lavender. among all the flowers, you chose her because she was the prettiest, and you gave her to the one you love.

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