T.W: Abuse, language, smoking
Dahlia fell in love she generally felt a powerful sense of empathy toward her beloved, feeling his pain as her own and she is willing to sacrifice anything for him. She felt giddy and happy when she saw him all the time...
London is gorgeous, the buildings, almost as gorgeous as a lotus flower. Dahlia knew that London will forever be her home and She loves it. A city of ideas, an innovator of art and culture. It was a busy, exciting, beautiful, old, and wonderful city. It really is the best city in the world and She's lived here most of her life, and still is.
Dahlia has beautiful long black hair, her beautiful dark brown eyes, her pinkish full lips, lightly pale smooth skin, cheek bones. As angelic as anyone could ever be, beautiful, kind, gentle, and fearless.
She waltzed analyzing each and every building. Ever since her mother had died she has always had a favorite memory. An unforgettable memory.
Dahlia at 7 years old "Dahlia come help me with the food!" Her mother hollered out. Dahlia quickly dropped the flowers she was picking out for her mom. Various of lotus flowers in a bouquet. Dahlia always found an interest in helping her mom out with everything. With dishes, laundry, cleaning, even watering moms favorite flowers. Dahlia felt an unbreakable bond with her mom.
They always did everything together. They were each others anchor. She could never see her mother stressed, crying, frustrated, and or anything. She always found ways to cheer her up. She'd always put those she cared about first.
Little dahlia came in running, with her two little buns, and her whole outfit dirty from all the dirt. "But mom I don't know how to cook!" She stomped frustrated. "Well my little Snow White today is the day I will teach you, so that one day if I'm ever gone you'll know how to cook your own food." Mom grinned at her daughter, crouching down at her level.
"Really?!" Dahlia jumped up and down from all the excitement. "Yes my love!" She screeched.
Unexpectedly dahlias shoulder was pushed with a full force. A boy with his coffee in hand had spilled all over her beautiful loose short brown dress. "Omg I am so sorry! " the poor girl apologized. "No, no I am sorry I should have been watching were I was going." the boy looked up at the girl and he felt like he was staring at the most gorgeous girl in the universe. As for the girl she took one glance at him and stared into his beautiful eyes, feeling tingles travel all over her.
He was wearing a navy blue t-shirt with black jeans along with white nike shoes. His hair messy and brunette. When the sun hit his brown eyes they'd just shine. Pale smooth skin, his lips a light shade of red, long beautiful lashes he's the most beautiful boy she's ever seen. He is perfect.
"I apologize. I am so sorry I ruined your clothes" she apologized once again as she lightly wiped her loose short brown dress on the coffee spots hoping it wouldn't ruin it. "Is their anything I can do to help?" He slightly giggled as he smiled at her, also making Dahlia laugh as well as smiling at him. "no no it's okay...thank you though" he explained to the girl.
