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The last time Rhiannon felt the sense of melancholia was decades and she does not want to experience it again. If she hates one thing, it would be lying.
Lying to her once, basically means, you broke her trust. She's such a sophisticated girl but too trusting. She was supposed to be gone forever. But, she exists. She looks down at thought of being alive, she looks up at the stars and night and wished to take her with them. The stars couldn't do anything but looked at the vulnerable girl.
She has the life that everyone wants. Ever since she witnessed how difficult and cruel the world treats her, she yearned for a blithe, and lavishing life. And it was given to her. Unfortunately, she was not contented.
Something was missing. She stood and still felt empty. She just wants to feel loved genuinely by someone that could make her feel that in any way.
She just need someone to make her feel like she was enough and valuable. Someone who will accept her flaws. She desired that feeling. Was it too much to asked to the stars?
No, she does not want to be seen as worthwhile just because she's affluent.
She had a wearying journey.
She loves to plucked flowers in early summer and mid-spring. Her aura was an enigma, inextricable girl.
There must be something strangely sacred in summer. It's the salt air and warmth. The solitary bliss of warmth summer. She finds beauty in ordinary things.
Once her hands touched the sea waves, she felt like, she might just drown into it. She was unable to moved from the depths of the ocean. The tragedy, was her being not good enough for someone. She wanted someone to asked her how many times life broke her.
This summer, after her heart's cold. one certain person came through. Deep within her heart, within the soul of summer, she just wants someone to drew stars around her cicatrix. The helpless girl will bawl. For her, she was not enough.
The scorching sun every morning reminds her of a new beginning. A battered and wrecked beginning but the warmth still hides.
She rang the doorbell to the beach house. She regretted wearing an off-white cotton prolonged sleeve. It made her feel sweaty under the scorching sun. The denim mini skirt saved her at least. She hid something chasten beyond those sleeves.
"Happy Birthday, Bellybutton." Rhiannon greeted Belly with a smile upon her face, she held a box with an obvious color of robin's egg blue.
"Thank you, my favorite it girl. Please, come in." Once Belly thanked Rhiannon, she found her way into the living room.
