Blue Waters

Pictures of Lily

It was a bright summer's day and the sun was beating down upon the city of London, which was unusual for England as it normally only ever got rain.

Lily was walking down Westminster Bridge, the water glistening under the harsh sunlight. She was making her way towards St. James' park, something about the ponds and the flowers and the nature always seemed to make her happy. Maybe it was because of the memories she had of when she was younger, or maybe it was just a love that had grown over time. Either way, she knew she couldn't pass up a lovely sunny day, such as this one, to take a walk around the park surrounded by the things she loved most.

She came upon an empty park bench that was sat opposite a pond. The blossom trees towered above the pond, not in an intimidating way, but more of a gentle and calming way. It truly was a beautiful sight.

She sighed in content as she watched the swans swim idly on the pond as grey squirrels ran around on the grass, probably looking for food. A few minutes past before a tall figure could be seen making his way towards her.

"Sorry to intrude, may I sit down?" A thick British accent asked politely. Lily looked up to find a man; a gorgeous man standing in front of her.

She smiled, "Of course, you're not intruding at all." He smiled too, and sat down beside her. He placed what looked to be a camera beside him on the bench.

"Are you a photographer?" Lily asked, gesturing towards the camera he had just placed down only moments ago.

He chuckled lightly, "I wouldn't consider myself a professional but I do love taking photos." He turned towards her more, "Do you have any hobbies?"

Lily mimicked his actions and turned and fully faced him, only now realising how beautiful he was; he looked ethereal with the sun shining down upon his face. "Oh no, not really, I write a little poetry and paint some landscapes but nothing as grand as photography." She laughed towards the end.

He seemed so intrigued by what she had said. "I'm also a writer in a way myself. I'd love to read some of what you have wrote sometime, if you wouldn't mind of course." He smiled politely.

"I wouldn't mind at all, I actually brought my poetry book with me. I try and get my inspiration from nature, but I haven't been able to come up with anything yet." She explained, he watched and listened to her intently. This was all new to her, no one ever listened to what she had to say. Everything she ever said was just bypassed and ignored, but with this man she had just met, she felt like she had known him all her life.

"May I read one or two of your poems?" He asked, seeming to be really eager to read what she had wrote.

"Of course. Most of them are incomplete but there's a few that I finished which you can read." She pulled out a small note book and handed it to him, turning to the page where the complete poem sat scribbled down on the paper.

He stared at the words written on the page in pure fascination, he traced his hands over the scribbles which read:

When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse, out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now. The child is grown, the dream is gone. I have become comfortably numb.

He looked back up at her with teary eyes. "You wrote this?" Lily looked down at her lap, she suddenly found herself fascinated by her own hands. She felt one of his hands be placed gently under her chin and he pulled her face up to look at him. She nodded, a stray tear escaping her eye. He quickly brought her into a hug, he was cradling her while she sobbed into his chest. "What has made you become so broken?" He asked heartbroken for her. She looked up at him with sad eyes, "I don't know, I just don't feel anything anymore." He looked at her sadly before taking her hand in his.

"Then let me show you how." He smiled a warm, genuine smile. She smiled back. For the first time in a long time, she felt happiness. "But first," he started, "What's your name?"

She giggled, almost forgetting that they hadn't actually introduced themselves, "Lily." She blushed looking up at him, a wide grin plastered on her face. He really did make her happy.

"A lovely name for a lovely girl such as yourself. I'm Roger." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, allowing her to gently place her head atop of his left shoulder. "Now, this poem you wrote, I think I could make it into a song for my band. Would that be ok?" He asked, looking down at her, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"Oh Roger! I'd love that." She smiled brightly up at him.

And in that moment, they each knew that they had found exactly what they were looking for. A reason to love, to be happy, and to live; they had each other and this was one of the many memories they were going to share together.

I hope you enjoyed reading and I hope you enjoyed it that much that you'll continue reading the upcoming chapters. Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart,  for reading this chapter and I love you all.
Lots of love,
~ Willow 🥰