Tong_Hua

She felt frozen; the cold nipped at her skin. Her throat was hoarse and her lips were cracked. 

The air crackled with frost.

She looked up, the shadow of the man she hated stood in front of her. A twisted smile on his face. 

“If I cannot have you, then no one shall,” he whispered. 

She closed her eyes.

The Flora That Grew

'We all make mistakes. The consequences decide if they are worth it.'


Emma patted her face – refusing to meet anyone, shooing away the servants of this new place. She continued to stay in her room, and Emma scribbled down all she could remember from the novel 'Heart of Moss' by one of her favourite authors. 


She had read this book many times over. It was a novel that she could not have put down as it had provided her great comfort in her lonelier times. She had read it as often as she could, second to 'A Tree Grows in Brooklyn' by Betty Smith. 


The only times she had let a person come into contact with her was through the provision of necessities, such as food, drink, bathing and a change of clothes. 


Chapter 42