Aurora:
In a world where love had to be earned I would never be good enough. I was the black sheep in the family, the witch without magic.
While my sister excelled in every type of way I had to suffer in silence, tormented by the people I should ha...
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Once again rain drops were falling from the clouded sky. They harshly poured onto the surface of vibrantly yellow dandelions that grew amidst the cracks in the cobble stone path.
If my life was an equation I'd stop trying right now. I'd give up breaking my head apart over the scribbled mess I'd inevitably created on my paper, making it impossibly to me to even understand what I'd written only an hour ago.
The difference was that my life wasn't as blatantly useless as an equation. At least that's not what I wanted it to be. Once upon a time I had dreamed of standing right where I was right now. I definitely hadn't known that the way here would be as complicated but still, I would've been filled with copious amounts of joy.
And besides, thinking back to years ago, I wasn't a person who gave up on an equation, even after hours of studying. Call it defiance but something led me to strive for something larger.
And now, I wanted to be like that dandelion. I wanted to grow in between the cracks even though I wasn't allowed to. I wanted to stand with my head held high underneath the harsh downpour.
And every time someone cut me down I wanted to persevere against all odds. Because I knew that only at the millionth try I would finally achieve my goal.
Ronan had told me that I was replaceable, a mess, irresponsible and probably a lot more. But he had also told me that I was stubborn.
And I was stubborn enough to try again.
So instead of cleaning I picked up a paper from his notepad and wrote a message to him.
"Will you meet me in your room tomorrow at 8 in the evening? I want to talk to you. I'm sorry.
Sincerely, Aurora"
I was bad at this whole communication thing but the note was the best I could do. I had the feeling that he was avoiding me because he'd been out of his room for the last few hours. Because I didn't want to be obtrusive I gave him enough time to respond until tomorrow.
Scared of his response, I put the pencil back into the holder, looking over my work once more.
I would like to question a flower, ripping the petals one at a time until the final one would give me the answer but there was nothing to Ronan that even remotely resembled even a hint of a flower.
Thinking about it, his behavior was as unpredictable as the weather but taking the rain right now as an omen only made me want to toss the small piece of paper into the trash can.
No, I needed to at least try.
"Aurora" the girl in the laundry room called out. It was once again busy, the girls running through the room from one bowl to another. I had gotten to know some of them, but never got their names. It was weird being called by mine right now as I had been sure that it was the same for them.
