The wind that caresses the loose strands of my hair. The calm sunlight that brushes upon my skin. The tickling flatter of the slightly dampened meadow. The song of vibrant colors surrounding the tiny petals.
Yet, I somehow cannot take my eyes away from your pleasant aesthetics. The personification of beauty in every aspect.
I wonder if you can hear my heart's silent cry?
My Art, My Love, My Desperation.
FL is such a unique character that the author has done an excellent job at showing who she is, I love the internal dialogs and perceptions with which this is written, somehow reminds me of myself, with all that internal battling going on in my head. I love seeing the growth of the character and the story that is developing yet still lots to unfold, particularly what happened in the past. It's like a beautiful poem in novel form, totally different from what you'd normally read on WN but so worth it.