"The Broken Flowers"

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The sunset: a pink so pale that it resembled the color of a princess's dress. The yellow so bright that it shines like the king's crown. I sat there, twirling the broken stem of a daffodil that that I had broken earlier in a fit of rage. I felt bad for the daffodil. What did it ever do to me? It's just a poor little defenseless flower. It just wanted to be free like everyone else in this land. Tears still streamed down my face, a single tear drop had landed on the broken half of the stem. A single lily pad floated towards me, it looked lonely, but I couldn't help but focus on the broken flower and Anne. I missed her.
"Catherine?"
"C'mon Catherine, are you still mad?"
I sighed," No. I'm just upset. I could've saved Anne but I was mad and wrapped about my mum's illness."
"I know, but you can't control everything."
I knew Jesse felt sorry and he knew that I was sorry. I saw the same look of innocence. His curly hair flew with the wind, every stifle curl wanted to get out off their place. His rosy cheeks brightened his pale face. Our lips met once again. Only this time, it felt so much stronger. The Sparks felt like the brightest candle lit during a winter evening. I felt his warm hand brush against my hot cheek. He strokes every single curl of my hair. A tingle ran up my body, it felt like a cold shiver down my spine. We let go.
"I'm really sorry that I said all of those spiteful comments about you."
"It's ok Cate."
"Since when you did you start calling me Cate?"
"It just felt pretty good, that's all."
"Oh, well then", I laughed.
"You look beautiful."
"Jess, I already know, you've told me millions of times."
"I know, but you look really pretty in the moonlight."
"Thanks, but you don't have to say that."
"But I really want to."
"I love you."
"I love you too, Jess."
Our lips met once again. With the same tension, passion, and burning desire. Shortly afterwards, we fell asleep, and my head was against his chest. The soothing motion of his heartbeat soothed me and I was soon asleep.

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