Pear

Jamie was by far the most ordinary man alive. Shades different from Viridian. If she was Neon, he would be dull Grey. That was what intrigued the young maiden. The way he was always nervous, the way he addressed her as 'Madam', the way his tounge would burn as he sipped tea. Days felt like they weren't enough. Jamie had to leave at sunset to return and tend to his mother. Viridian helped him with the medicines. Slowly but surely, the nervous and fumbling young man was starting to get comfortable around her. With her, he felt like home.

To be honest, it was extremely hard for Viridian. Sometimes Jamie would leave some traces behind. The other Godly beings would turn suspicious. They would sometimes even inspect her realm and her belongings. But she wouldn't ever let him know. There was not one day when Jamie wouldn't be greeted with a smile and a lovely blush from his favourite lady.

Eventually he opted to call her 'Precious'. A name reserved for only the two. She didn't sleep that night. Instead she giggled and blushed thinking of the man.

It was inevitable. They were in love. Not the passionate sort. But the tooth rotting sweet sort. They loved small touches, caresses of hands, little pecks on noses and cheeks, praise and worship. It was pure, innocent love.

But it didn't last.

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