A Collection Of Untold Stories

Story Chapter: 1

Story title:
She Lived That Summer And I Loved It

Chapter:
Prologue

Genre:
Roman (?)

Triggers:
None

Characters:
Mine

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The way she was standing right there in the doorway of the wood cabin wearing that long, short-sleeved snow white dress, her Chestnut brown hair loose and dancing in the warm early summer wind as her Emerald eyes were focused on me with cold curiosity- I almost forgot how to breathe. She reminded me of a Goddess, heroines from stories my mother read to me back when I was still a child. Her beauty was mesmerizing, her features smooth and artistic. My eyes could not easily look away from her. Although I am aware that staring is extremely rude, never before in my life have I seen a woman as gorgeous as the person before me. She was simply too breathtakingly stunning!

"Can I help you?" She asked. Such a pleasant voice, sweet to the ears and warm like honey in chamomile tea. But the undertone of caution and irritation was not too absent, either. Although it gives me the idea she is trying to come over as nice, it is obvious that this woman was not exactly hoping to be visited.
Watching her expression change from cold curiosity to distant annoyance, I finally manage to break out of the beauty's enchantment, forcing a smile with not much difficulty as I reach out my hand to her for a handshake. Which she somewhat hesitantly accepts. "Yes, sorry. Excuse my rudeness," clearing my throat and not looking away from her eyes for as much as a second, I continue; "My name is Noah Miller. I am looking for Miss Collins, birth name Heileen?"

"That's me."

"Great!" Letting a relieved sigh escape from my lips. My journey has finally ended now that I found her at last. "Please do not feel uncomfortable. The reason of my visit is because I sent a mail to you, but never received a reply."
The gorgeous woman- now known as Heileen Collins- furrows her eyebrows in question. "A mail? I don't remember receiving one?..." She falls silent for a short while, her Emerald eyes unfocused as she thinks. But she shrugs it off soon enough and sighs softly as she steps out of the way to open the door fully. "Please enter. Would you like a cup of tea? Coffee, maybe?"
It cost me a lot of self-control not to skip inside like a five-year old. "Tea is fine." I tell her with a smile. Though she has already turned around and thus cannot see my face any longer, leading me through the small yet cozy wood cabin to the backdoor, pointing at the garden furniture shielded by a rather big, wood patio cover that is decorated with climbing plants of varying kinds. "Wait here, please." She orders, and leaves.
With no other choice but to do as she has asked me to do, I sit down on a stool and take in the refreshing, colorful sight of the enormous garden. And let me tell you, it is really so grand! While the wood cabin is rather small, the garden is two times bigger. Flowers of varying colors, kinds and sizes reach as far as the eye can see and there is even a rather large pond. A wood bridge with flowers growing on its railing stands proudly in the eye of the garden, as if it is aware of how pretty it looks with the flowers growing so lively on its wood. The entire garden looks like it comes straight from a fairytale, so breathtaking, so stunning, so otherworldly elegant. Is Heileen Collins a flower fairy? Or maybe she is the Goddess of Flora. It would not surprise me if she really were.

"I'm back."

Ah, yes, I almost forgot that the Goddess of Flora was inside the wood cabin boiling tea.