The rose and the moon

🌹 chapt 1

"Marianne!" Her mother calls after the young girl "Yes mother?" She responds "We are going on a walk, ok?" Her mother informs her as she kisses her young kin on her forehead "Yes mother! I'll go get my slippers." The raven haired girl said whilst she ran to grab her shoes excited to go on an outing with her mother. "Marianne, are you ready?" Her mother calls out once again "Yes ma'am." Marianne says as she toddles to her mother.

"Where are we going?" Marianne curiously asks "To the rose garden, rose du matin garden to be specific." Her mother said pulling her along, rose du matin... those words rang in Marianne's mind over and over it was so familiar even though she's never been, when she got to the park déjà vù.. shivers got sent down her spine looking at the trees, the roses, the scenery was far too familiar for someone who has just been here for the first time, her emotions spiraling, being fascinated by the roses and their beauty she stared at them in complete awe and adoration, admiring the way the petals sway in the wind, her awakening call was the warm breeze of the spring air. the trees were green, the flowers in their prime, the air was filled with the familiar aroma of roses, "Mother, have we been here before?" Marianne questions the deja vu Turning to her mother for answers "No, why?" Her mother returns with a question "This all seems so familiar." She says, her sparkling eyes set on the lake glimmering in the sun as swans gracefully float through it close to their loved one, her heart started beating rapidly while butterflies filled her stomach as she giggled clinging back onto her mothers hand as the stroll through the park until noon.

.present.

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A young girl about the age of 23 hums slowly as she brushes out her hair getting ready for a date, she slips her shoes quickly running out of her door clinging onto her coat as the crisp cruel December air nips at her nose, her raven curls bouncing up and down along with her dress. "Such a beautiful eve." She breathes in the air of the cold air refreshing her lungs whilst she looks at the sunsets golden rays gently put the flowers to sleep with a golden blanket, stuck in admiring nature she was out of it, completely enchanted by how Mother Nature took her time making sure that each flower has its own design own personality and not just a replica of one another "Marianne dear!" A man calls out snapping the girl out of her trance "Hm? Oh hello Oliver!" Marianne says sweetly a small smile plastered on her face, "Shall we go?" He says holding his arm out signaling her to lock arms with him.

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The couple sit down in a dim restaurant with just a candle lighting up the table, a renaissance feel to the painting on the ceiling with pillars delicately decorated with small details walls filled with a dark maroon color as a violinist entertains the guests. "This is ravishing... the details in the paintings." The raven haired girl said whilst fixating on one painting in specific, one where a lovely lady is emerging from a rose to reach out for the moon as the man reaches back as if it was some type of forbidden love. "I know, 'tis why I enjoy this restaurant." Oliver responds as he takes a sip from his wine.  Marianne hums in response while she listens to the beautiful violin playing, taking a glance of who the violinist is he was just as beautiful if not more, his white hair in a slim ponytail shimmered like the moon itself, his eyes glowed like the stars, it was almost like this man was the dusk itself, "Bonsoir mademoiselle and monsieur." The waiter bowed as he took the orders from the pair.

The couple had a few laughs and stories to exchange but the date was overall average. Nothing special the two left in separate ways bidding each other a fare well.

But little did they know the man that was the violinist was standing behind a corner looking at the girl who seemed all too familiar to him.

"I've finally found you, chèrie."