The decision to choose between light and dark has resurfaced after 17 years. Which path will one take?
another teenage romance or a journey to find oneself?
> All the writing work is my own<
> None of the pictures used are my own, credits...
With practiced ease, I slide through the open window of my room, the cool morning air brushing against my skin as I step inside. Mother will be arriving any minute now, and I need to compose myself before her arrival.
Last night had been a whirlwind of emotions, and in the quiet hours of dawn, I found myself seeking solace in the familiar embrace of a cave I used to frequent as a child—a sanctuary where I could escape the chaos of the world and find refuge in the stillness of nature.
As I made my way back home in the early morning light, I caught sight of Mother on her way to the house, her figure a silhouette against the rising sun. The urgency of her impending arrival spurs me into action, With a sense of urgency gnawing at me, I step into the privacy of the bathroom, opting for a quick shower instead of simply changing clothes. The warm water cascades over me, soothing my frayed nerves and washing away the remnants of last night's adventures.
As I stand beneath the steady stream, I let my mind wander, the rhythmic patter of water against tile serving as a soothing backdrop to my thoughts. The events of the previous night swirl around me, a rush of emotions and memories that threaten to overwhelm me.
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Despite my usual preference, I slip on a black dress over my body, the fabric clinging to my form in a way that feels strangely unfamiliar yet oddly comforting. Over it, I drape a white overcoat, a stark contrast to the dark hues beneath.
As I fasten the buttons and smooth out any wrinkles, a sense of unease tugs at the corners of my mind. This attire is not my usual choice...
Accessorizing with a delicate blue necklace and a pair of earrings, I add a touch of color to the otherwise monochrome ensemble.
As I glance at my reflection in the mirror, a voice interrupts my thoughts from outside my room, pulling me back to the present moment.
As Thornwick's voice carries through the door, calling me to my mother's side, I feel a mixture of anticipation and apprehension flutter in my chest. With a nod of acknowledgment to Thornwick, I follow him as he leads the way to where my mother awaits.
Descending the stairs, the soft swish of my dress against the polished wood echoes in the grand foyer. Each step feels deliberate as if I am moving towards a moment of significance.
And there she is, my mother, a vision of elegance in her white and golden gown. Her beauty, timeless and ethereal, never fails to captivate me. Beside her stands Aldric, a bouquet in hand, his presence a welcome surprise.
As my gaze meets Aldric's, I can't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. The sight of the bouquet, adorned with blue roses—a rare and enchanting sight—fills me with a sense of wonder and curiosity.
As Aldric's words hang in the air, a mixture of surprise and anticipation washes over me. Despite my previous rejection, he stands before me once again, offering a bouquet and extending an invitation that carries with it a sense of hope and possibility.
