(Contains a moral and deep understanding. Please, before you read grab tissues and please read the A/N. Thank you and have a safe feels trip)
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By the time I was your age, I'd give anything
To fall in love truly, was all I could think
That's when I met your mother, the girl of my dreams
The most beautiful woman, that I'd ever seen
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Walking through the warm lively streets of Paris was a girl; a girl with h/l h/c locks. A beautiful girl, truly gorgeous. Her name was ______. Everything about her read grace. Her smile was bright and her eyes were a shining e/c, glowing with happiness. Children adored her and all men who laid eyes on her fell right then and there.
Though every guy was willing to walk right up to her and attempt to steal her heart, she would always shake her head and politely decline.for she had a secret, a terrible thing; she didn't want to burden it with love-to get too attached.
But unfortunately for her they kept coming.
Watching her with a loving smile on his face, was a man, a man named Francis Bonnefoy. Francis was captivated by her, he had fallen to her spell. He had fallen for _______. He wasn't just attracted to the young beauty, he was infact infatuated with her. Her kindness, her grace, her innocence; he liked it all.
So, he decided: that he would approach her; he was going to steal her heart. He knew he would get rejected, he knew for a fact that would happen-but he would try, and he wouldn't give up. He would try cause she was something he wanted, she was his treasure and his goal.
The sun shone down on the grey cobblestone streets in a luminous manner. People talked and laughed with content as children played and ran around. It was a peaceful day. H/l h/c tresses are blown contently, the soft breeze kissing her s/c skin briskly. Exhaling the girl smiled softly, e/c orbs glowing happily as they gazed upon the numerous flowers that loitered the small shop she currently stood in.
The sun's rays illuminated the various colored petals covering the walls in a glow from a fairytale. Anemones, Begonias, Bluebells, Poppies, Camellias; they were absolutely breathtaking, gorgeous. You loved flowers, but you weren't sure why. Was it they're beauty? They're grace? Or maybe they just reminded you of a small part of yourself with each one you gazed upon.
"Beautiful aren't they?" The shop keeper chuckled at your mesmerized façade. You spun around laughing with a brilliant smile on your face. "Absolutely! I've never seen so many in one place!"
The ringing of the bell over the door caught your attention immediately and your eyes were now transfixed on the man that had now entered the flower shop. He had curly blonde hair that was pulled away from his face in a small low ponytail, violet eyes shown with kindness that was directed towards you.
"Well since you like them so much how about you choose any one you want?" The man's violet eyes met with yours looking amused as he stepped over to the counter. "You really seemed to fawn over them the way you were talking about them like that. I would like to get you one." He let on an easy smile as he spoke to you.
Your fingers move strands of your h/c locks behind your ear and you stared at the blonde haired man. "Oh no, you really don't have to." You reassured the mystery man who shook his head grinning this time. "Yes you're right I don't have to," he took a step towards you placing a Gardenia behind your ear, "I want to."
Walking over towards the counter he placed some money on the surface smiling towards the shop keeper. "She'll take this one," he looked back over to you smiling, "it suits her, no?" The shop keeper gave a hearty laugh and took the bills nodding towards him. "Indeed it does." You could feel your cheeks redden by the complement, but you did nothing and stared at the floor. When a different pair of feet entered your vision you looked up to meet violet eyes.
