𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇.. 🌷🌞🏛️
𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄, a blonde girl that believes she has no purpose meets a boy that teaches her how to love.
𝐎𝐑...
𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋, a male actor finds himself crushing on a certain blonde that is a...
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" let us live like flowers
wild and beautiful and drenched in sun "
- Ellen Everett
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎
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𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 was born into stories, she lived them. Her mother, Lilith Grace, was a story teller.
Lilith Grace told the stories of the gods that lived once long ago, she told the stories of the goddess that drowned in beauty and the survivors. Andromeda soaked up each and every story that left Lilith's graceful lips, soon enough Andromeda began to realized the beauty of life and love, but then again, all beauty has a little tragedy.
Andromeda Grace had a basket full of love for Greek mythology and stories, but her favourite of all time was the story of a Greek hero named Achilles. Tears shedded from the blondes eyes long ago when her mother hushed her asleep with a story of a born and destined hero, the tears burned Andromeda's cheeks, the taste of salt leaving stains on her cheeks of the story of the man.
"Achilles," the blonde girl whispered underneath her breath, whispering the name over and over as her mother smiled. "He was a great hero like Hercules." Lilith tucked a strand of hair behind her daughter's ear in awe. "Did he find love, mama?" Andromeda looked outside of her window watching the droplets of rain decorate her window.
"Yes, he did." Lilith nodded, "his name was Patroclus." Her hushed voice echoed in Andromeda's ear. "Patroclus?" The daughter of Lilith Grace asked, almost as if she was waiting for approval. "Yes," Lilith nodded, her blonde hair in a bun.
"Can you tell me about the other heroes and gods?" Andromeda asked, a smile shivering its way on her lips. "I can, my darling." Lilith smiled at her daughter's smile, sitting closer towards Andromeda on her bed that was dusted with star patterns sewed into the quilts.
As Lilith told the many stories she knew, Andromeda began to think, this wasn't new, of course. The girls head always raced with thoughts, but this thought was new, it was love. Somehow, some where, the girl knew a name, a name of love that she knew she needed in the future.
Walker.
Andromeda smiled, thinking of the name before forgetting a moment later. Her smile faded, the thought of everything slipping her mind.
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𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬!
200 reads on Ricochet special! A new book! (Not like I need to finish the other books) How we feeling so far about this one?
