Fragile Desires (18+) (GxG)

Fifteen | Time Sensitive

Firetrucks and stethoscopes never held much interest for me. 

Princesses, ironically, even less. 

As a child, my heart desired for something far less...stereotypical. 

 I wanted to be a flower.

Their quiet beauty captivated me. 

 Peacemakers in a vibrant world, they bloomed in a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. 

They were adaptable too, some tough enough to bloom even in the heart of winter. 

 My childhood dream, met with raised eyebrows and gentle judgment, remained strong. 

I wanted to be a flower, a symbol of the tranquility I craved.

Sun-drenched days, the warmth on my skin, the tickle of windblown grass—these were the scenes that brought me comfort. 

 I longed to be nestled in the heart of it all.

 Even now, among the stresses of this new life, a connection sparks with that little girl. 

 The idea of a secluded cottage, enveloped by nature, whispers of a simpler life.

Yet, here I stand, captivated by the bright energy of this sleepless city. 

 My dreams, once so clear, seem to be shifting, evolving beyond my control. 

The future stretches before me, an opening bloom with petals of possibility.

My old desire for distance and seclusion has now turned into a desire for a newfound energy.

One that only New York seemed to pull out of me.

- Azzy

♛Chapter Fifteen: Time Sensitive♛

"Renata?" I whispered, almost considering that I was hallucinating her intimidating presence that swallowed the room whole.

But as she walked further into the room that we remained silent in, I determined that I was definitely not hallucinating.

"I need to speak with you," Renata said, her dark eyes falling on me.

I blinked a few times, "You need to speak with me?" I questioned, clearly surprised that a phone call wouldn't suffice.

"This couldn't have waited?" Elle's voice suddenly called out from her desk behind me.

Renata didn't spare the woman a glance.

"It's time-sensitive," Renata said, her eyes burning into mine.

And as a brief silence settled around the three of us, I concluded that they were leaving me to my own choice.

And while I knew I should stay put with Elle—

My body... even my mind, seemed to be trying to convince me to go with Renata.

To see what was so urgent.

But I knew it was only an excuse.

I knew why Renata was here, and it definitely didn't regard business.