She was my blue. Not my sadness, but my peace within the sadness. The calm that came after the storm, the shade of twilight that made even the loneliest nights feel alive.
She walked into my life like the gentlest wave, quiet yet inevitable, bringin...
"I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior"
So our story starts like this: Bee was a lonely bird in a world where everyone else was flowers, thorns, or leaves. The flowers bloomed with colors so bright, the thorns were sharp and defensive, and the leaves fluttered in the wind, free and carefree but Bee was different. She didn't feel like she belonged with any of them. Surrounded by others who considered her important, she never felt important herself. She was often overlooked, drifting between worlds, never quite fitting in. I guess that's why she liked to hide and listen to others talk. She would just observe everyone from the sideline sometimes.
To the world, Bee appeared mature and perfect-someone who had it all together but in reality bee was just scared. She was scared of speaking up, scared of being seen for who she truly was. So, she preferred to listen, to watch others interact, to take comfort in the voices around her without ever feeling the need to join in. Sometimes, she'd listen to random people, wondering what it would feel like to be like them-outgoing, confident, and sure of themselves but Bee never spoke. She was content being invisible, at least for now. She wasn't even jealous of others. It was strange, watching people interact, like watching a movie, knowing you would never be a part of it.
One day, Bee was with her friend Belladona, everyone called her Bella. Bee was with her because Bella considered bee her bestfriend even if Bee struggled to believe it. Bella was the kind of person who brought warmth wherever she went. But Bee never liked going to places with too many people, it made her feel even more alone. So, when Bella invited her to a party, bee silently refused but went there alone after drinking a invisible potion.
The party was crowded. There were people everywhere, all talking, laughing, and sharing stories.she sat quietly in the corner, listening to a group recounting a horror story. The words were thrilling, but Bee didn't pay much attention to them. Instead, she found herself texting a few other friends, the ones she trusted, to ease the loneliness that crept up on her. As the night went on and people began to leave, Bee realized that only two people remained: Oleander and Clover.
Bee was surprised. In a world full of flowers, thorns, and leaves, there was a Clover. Not just any Clover, but a blue Clover. It was unusual, even in a strange way, captivating. Bee thought that maybe it was a sad Clover, the color of its petals so blue. But no-this Clover had something else, something Bee couldn't put her finger on. From the moment she laid eyes on Clover, she felt a sense of peace wash over her. The Clover wasn't like the others.
Clover was different. Not just because of her quiet nature, but because she blended into the crowd so effortlessly. Bee watched her, intrigued. But there was something else-Bee could feel the tension. Clover was upset, mad even, and Bee could see that it had something to do with Oleander. They were arguing, their voices low but intense. Bee didn't know either of them, so she couldn't understand the cause of their fight. But she found it oddly endearing how Clover, despite being upset, had a softness about her. And then there was Oleander, who seemed to want something from her, but Bee could sense that maybe, just maybe, Oleander wasn't good for her.
There was something intoxicating about Oleander, something that seemed to draw people in, but Bee had a hunch that it wasn't good for the sweet Clover. Bee decided to call Clover "Blue" because her calm, cool presence reminded her of a character from a movie she watched as a child.
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They were still arguing, but Bee knew it was time to leave. She flew away, silently, knowing she would probably never meet Blue again. Still, she was grateful to have seen her. The girl with the voice that reminded her of honey, the personality that shimmered like stars-so beautiful, so perfect. Bee couldn't help but wonder why Blue was with Oleander. Didn't she know he was toxic? Why didn't the sweet Clover, the sweet Blue, fly away? Bee had so many questions, so many doubts, but for now, her time being invisible was over.
Bee returned to her group of friends, a small circle they called 'Kide.' Bella had always considered Bee important, and Bee appreciated that. Dahlia, who was new to their group, was in the beginning stages of their friendship, and Bee was happy to be there, but again, she felt like she couldn't quite fit in. There were four of them-Bella, Dahlia, Bee, and Poppy. Together, they were happy, but Bee always felt a little closer to Dahlia. After Poppy left the group, Bee grew even closer to Bella, who was more open to affection, and Bee showed her more in return. Bee always reciprocated what others did for her, but she still couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.
Despite everything, she couldn't forget Blue. The sweet, quiet Clover with the blue petals. Bee thought about her often. Bella, being friends with Blue, would occasionally mention her, and Bee would catch glimpses of her from afar. She wanted to talk to her, to know her more. Maybe one day, Bee thought. Maybe one day...........
