The loving was slowly, then all at once. After years, it came with sunlight and the steam of fresh tea.
Soaking in the morning, it felt almost holy. She heard music in her chest, saw history in her palm, and felt silk on her shoulder.
The woman she had been yesterday, and the girl she had been ten years ago, stood in this very place, too. But they did not hear the same music, see the same history, or feel the same silk.
Raveena caught a glimpse of her reflection, partly washed out by the light. There was a hooked nose, thin, structured lips, and eyes which have never looked brighter.
In this moment, she fell. Deeply and madly, after years of hope and denial, of flirtation and empty promises. She fell in love with this woman, standing in this very place. Despite her garlic breath, her awkward dancing, and her snorting laughter. Despite the pain she has conquered, and the battles she has yet to conquer.
Or perhaps, she fell not despite these things, but because of them.
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2021 Writing
General FictionI've challenged myself to try and write (not every single day because I have miserably failed T_T) consistently in 2021. Hope to cultivate my craft as a writer! c :
