Flightless

Sunbeams

Ok guys, this is my story and these girls mean the world to me! I take my time writing my story but when I feel like something needs to be added, I will do it as soon as possible! There's a whole lot more to this story than you guys will know by reading it, so do take in consideration that these lovelies are a part of me, I so much want to hear your guys thoughts, etc, so feel free to comment as much as you'd like! (: If I spell anything wrong, I give my apologies in advance. (: Hope you enjoy it! Go ahead and scroll (;

    The sun comes up and once again I wish she was here to share this with me. Feirce reds and gentle oranges all shinning so bright. A shimmering gold dancing behind the battling red and orange. Rising behind the mountain peeks, sending glorious rays to greet the ripples in the watter, watter pulled and pushed, pulled and pushed, by a big white dimand in the sky when the sun goes away.
   
    The sun, the moon, the stars, and the sky, the beautiful white plush clouds like the embrace of her arms around me as a child against the passionate color of her heart, blue. I miss her, I miss her everyday. And as this beautiful hello I have left of my Mother welcomes me, I know it's time for another reply to the world with a hello. Time for time not to be spent in vain. Time for an adventure.

    I walk back into the house with the tea set that used to belong to my mother. Her sister made it for her for her birthday. My Aunt, she would be so proud, her daughter, Rose, is just like her. Always building things. Terrific, spectacular things. And all these things, she sees and envisions in her mind, all of it. She's amazing, I love watching her work. She gets such a beautiful glow in her smile. It's like a melodious harmony, as if she's in a trance.

   I approach the kitchen and pass by a sleepy, yet victorious looking Rose. It must've been another night of matching gears and strings, pathways reaching it's destination for her. Another night of peiceing together a part of her heart and her mind. For her the clicks and the ticks and the tocks are just as harmonious, with just as much melody, and as entrancing as the sunrise is for me. Reminds her of her mother.

      I worry about about her. Rose, I love her so much, we are all eachother has. We tended to eachothers Motherly needs, laughed and cried together, have viciously spit out poisonous, murderous, words at each other. We are eachothers everything. But I can see her fading, slowly slipping away. The tocks and the clocks, the ticks and the tocks of those gears are the only thing enabling her to move the way a watter pushes a wattermill. But without that watter, the watter wouldn't keep rotating this way. I fear that those gears are the only thing keeping my flower, my beautiful Rose, breathing. The only thing continuing the watter flows path.

     I'm afraid that the beautiful glow of her smile and the crisp welcoming warmth of her presence is only burning with oil, oil that will be consumed by flames engulfed in a miraculous beauty like the sunrise that only last minutes. Rose is being engulfed by these gears, the peices of her heart, her mind that she spends eternity on. These magnificent creations that she weeps about in her dreams. Have taken the place of her beating heart beacause the pain and aching of the heart that whispers "lub, dub, lub, dub" is too much for her.
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                  Rose's P.O.V

        I know she worries about me, but how else am I supposed to sleep when I keep having that damned nightmare? I saw it once, I don't need to see it again where I am supposed to rest and be at peace. Sleep, this is almost sacred to us fairies. This could make huge differences, whether we've slept or not. But instead of resting, I am haunted by images of flames engulfing the only love I've ever known, my Mother. She was supposed to be here! And they took her they took her away from me! Take all of my inventions, my blue prints, sculptures, everything I've ever made and give me back my parents!

             I know they can't be here, I know that they're gone, but it hurts so much... I just want them here. It's always the same, the same routine....

     Fire, fire taking over my eyes. My eyes stinging, burning, at the sight of here turning into nothing. She... she was... my vision is starting to fade as I feel the warm blood pour out and onto my back where my wings used to be just minutes ago when I was playing with Auburn.

      We where palying our favorite game. We where playing what we called "inbetween", We could go inbetween the walls, we can just walk through solid objects, we would do it all the time to play hide and seek, grab and run, etc. Those where fun, but when you're in the wall you have to fly to the top, by the ceiling, but we don't have our wings any more. 

      It hurt so bad to have to loose everything and nothing all at once... Everything because it was my everything, all I had, taken from me, from us. You see, that's why it's nothing, because it was taken. Burned. It doesn't exist anymore. It's nothing now.