"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

She wouldn't dare to, she would never say those words, she couldn't. It was too risky, not only for her but for the hero too. Her body felt cold and she swore her heart stopped for at least a second. She could feel shivers run down her spine and she felt just like that day five years ago. In fear. 


She shouldn't feel like that, because she had said yes, she didn't reject her, she had in fact accepted the proposal to go eat with her. It was still terrifying. It still made her blood run cold and almost freeze in place, and it also made chills run down her spine in fear, tensing her whole body and make it feel as if she could feel nothing but that. A horrible feeling, really. 


Weigela Pt 1