Amorist Hearts

☪︎ Crave It

She moved through the narrow streets surrounded with lonely and shabby houses which somehow looked too beautiful in their own superior way.

With a bright smile, She Illuminated the lonely hours of the dawn.
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"Grandma! I'm back!" Sarina's angelic voice greeted the old lady, sitting on a wooden chair.
Sarina had never been the girl, who would ever decline her grandmother, even if the lady was to ask for her life, she'll gladly give it to her.
She had a Special Place in Sarina's Heart, she Never let the Girl feel alone.
For... she never had her parents around.

Sarina placed the bundle of flowers, onto the table and hugged her tightly, making the wrinkly woman chuckle in return to the love she was being poured onto, early in the morning.

"Thank you so much sweetheart, you didn't even have to bring them here this early." The old lady spoke up with a grin on her face. "It's still cold and here you are, acting like the month of February isn't going to freeze you to the core."

"It's the least I can do for you grandma. Ain't I your mini florist too? Besides that, you know I love collecting flowers." Sarina rejoiced with joy, she moved her feet in a rhythmic way, as if she was dancing to a silent melody.

The pretty girl was wearing a white shirt along with a black corset and a pale pink skirt which kissed her ankles gently. She did wear a petticoat, and also didn't forget to top it all, with a beige cardigan. Her rosy lips were perfect in complexion to her pale skin. She was beautiful, inside and out.

Although she didn't mind to just throw hands sometimes.

She moved through the flower shop arranging and making bouquets as well as she could. She didn't know the meaning of the flowers as well as her grandmother did. The only reason she loved flowers was because her mother loved them.
She could still smell her mother's scent from the beautiful and innocent white lilies, which according to her grandmother, were her mother's favourite.

Whenever she was in the flower shop, she could feel as if her parents were still there with her. As if she's going to hear her mother's honey like voice for the first time, or her father would naturally come back and slip into the couch, to sip onto some tea in the evening, after being completely exhausted from work all day long.....

Even when it all was probably never happening again, she still wished for it to be real somehow.

Sarina's mother passed away as soon as she gave birth to the little girl. It was almost tragic because Sarina had never seen her mother and yet she was told, that she looked exactly like her.

As for her father, he was a great man of wisdom and honesty. He was known for his excellent work and attitude.
But no one knew how and when he died.

Rumours said that he was last seen on a pirate ship and never heard of ever again. That was also a big reason, that why Sarina hated pirates.
The name 'pirates' was like a curse for the people in living in their small town, which was connected to the ocean.
The pirates never really bothered to care about the people living on the shore. But they were feared nevertheless, because of the numerous rumours regarding them circulating throughout the whole town.
They were known for their ruthless nature and stealing good and essentials for their own survival. Pirates were never welcome on the shore.

One thing Sarina hated the most was Violence. She always felt that the world could be a better place only if there was no violence and only peace surrounding each land and soul beautifully.

"Riri, go and help your brother in the bakery. I think that clumsy guy needs you more than I do."Her grandmother's voice echoed in the shop. Their shop was filled with lots and lots of beautiful flowers, that one couldn't help but get mesmerised by their beauty. It was also connected with the small house of theirs, in which Sarina lived along with her Grandmother and her older brother.