"I could write a thousand and one words to describe all the things I’ve seen in my life. I could, but to my belief, using a thousand and one words is a bit over-used. I think there are many other ways I could tell you. I should know, I lived long enough to learn that." This could be a letter, a list, a story, or a book filled with prompts, it really isn't for me to decide. But a thing I do recommend is: pay close attention because you can't make a bouquet out of a single flower.

A White Bouquet

“Valence! Come join us!” A girl with hair as orange as fire exclaimed. She was hanging upside down from a tree branch while another teen was sitting at the roots of the tree, reading a book. “Nana… What are you reading? Hm?” She giggled. 


The brunette looked up, closed the book to show the cover, and smiled. 


“Nanaaaa!!! You know I can’t read from far!!!” The brunette giggled and resumed her reading, with a smile of course. 


“Marion- You are leaving scorch marks on the tree-” As soon as Valence mentioned that, The orange-haired girl jumped off the tree, falling face-first to the floor. "Sorry!" 


He showed a smile- if that's what it could be called. It was more like a slight curving on his lips, like he wanted to laugh but was being forced to stay serious. Nana and Marion were way more cheerful than him, maybe that's why he hung out with the duo. They complement him. He also felt safe and with no need to hide himself. 


Elderberries