Garden of Love [ Chaennie ]

1. The Little Girl with Feline Eyes

The early light was shining into the room. Rosie studied the girl asleep in the bed in front of her. Taking in her luscious brown curls that splayed across the pillow, her high cheekbones, razor-sharp jawline, and plump kissable lips. She had never been so in love with someone. But that love had always been there she supposed. From the very first-day forest green eyes connected with sky blue. Their love story started in kindergarten. Although at the time, they didn't know what it was. How could they at that age she thought with a chuckle.

Roseanne Park was a girl with a plan. Always prepared and ready to take on the world. She wanted to be the very best. That plan however went out the window when a young Jennie Kim walked cautiously through the classroom door. She was small with curious green feline eyes. The small girl was being held back by an older bald man with a stern face. Jennie clutched her green backpack to her chest like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

Rosie admired her beautiful skin and her wild brown curls. Despite all the cheesy Hallmark movies her parents watched, Rosie never really believed in love at first sight. Or she wasn't sure she'd ever feel such a strong pull to someone. That was until this very day. She watched with peaked interest as the girl nervously made her way into the classroom. Her father always keeping a hand on her shoulder and Jennie winced when his grip tightened.

She didn't like the feeling she got seeing her in pain. She still doesn't like seeing her in pain today. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. The teacher clapping her hands to get everyone's attention pulled her from her thoughts. Rosie had a plan. But that plan was long forgotten as she stole glances at the quiet girl across from her all of the class. Eventually, the lunch bell rang and everyone lined up with their lunch bags.

Jennie sat at the far end of the U-shaped table, away from everyone. She seemed happy within her own thoughts. That part is still true with the woman before her today. Rosie set a face of determination and walked up to the girl.

"Can I sit here?" She asked

Jennie looked at her with wide eyes and furrowed brows, clutching her sandwich tightly

"My name is Rosie Park." She said with a toothy smile

Jennie's lip twitched into an adorable half reserved smile. She gave a tiny nod and Rosie sat down next to her.

"What is your name?" Rosie asked

"Jennie." She said hesitantly as if unsure she even wanted to share

It wasn't long before Rosie was able to get a small laugh out of the other girl. Jennie was quiet and reserved in nature but not for Rosie. Later during recess, they were swinging next to each other sharing laughs and stealing small glances at one another.

Rosie went home that day with a huge smile on her face and the name Jennie ringing in her mind like a song stuck on replay. From that day forward the two were practically inseparable.

"Losie!" Jennie would shout with a smile every day after her guardian left

She had trouble with the blonde girl's name. Something Murphy and Thomas would tease her for. Rosie was quick to defend her new friend. She even landed herself in the principal's office for pushing Murphy after he had broken all of Jennie's crayons. She hated seeing tears fall out of those green orbs.

Her mother was not pleased, to say the least when she had to leave her shift at the hospital to pick up Rosie for disrupting class. The blonde girl, however, regretted nothing. That day was the first time she got to hold Jennie's hand in her own. After defending her against the trouble maker Murphy, Jennie had grabbed onto her hand to stop her from doing any further damage. She gave her hand a gentle squeeze even as tears continued to spill out of her eyes.