The Wildflower and the Poltergeist

∙ prologue ∙

Slim, wrinkled fingers tickled the ivories of a polished, black grand piano as the rich, jazzy tune resonated through the dining hall, graciously caressing the silken table covers and quietly intermingling with the thick, enticing aroma of fine dining. Even the tableware sparkled underneath the naked light of the hundred-crystal chandelier that hung several feet above the deep-pocketed guests. Herbs from the west and oils from the east richened the flavor of every bite of food that was available at the fathomless banquet, and every word that was spoken was seasoned with impeccable, unequaled reverence.

In the hall, flowers bloomed—cherry blossoms smiled as their pink cheeks lit up, and dahlias giggled with delight. Roses gushed and blushed at the compliments that were laid down at their thorny feet, and the tulips spoke in hushed, quiet tones. Plumerias ran their delicate fingers through the strands and knots in their hair, the sweet smell of their perfume drawing crowds, as the men were left to gawk and marvel at the intoxicating surge of femininity that flowed through the crowds. Indeed, the women at the party were so ravishing that they were likened to the flowers that Mother Nature herself painted.

Every single crystal in the million-dollar chandelier sparkled for them and every single note that the wizened yet skillful pianist yielded resounded for them alone, but the affluence of their vanity stayed within the corners of the extravagant dining hall. Outside the heavy walls and soundproof windows, a wildflower bloomed, trapped within the confinement of a stuffy apartment unit.

A blanket of dark blue unveiled above them, dotted with billions of glowing specks. The night sang a song—it was the song of chirping crickets, high-spirited chatter and the occasional vehicle speeding past the dimly-lit cobblestone paths. The universe conspired for the phantom to find the wildflower—after all, the stars shone for her, and the night dedicated his sweet song to her alone.

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Hello, guys! It's me! :) If you're reading this right now, thank you. This is my first attempt at romance, so forgive me if I get anything wrong. Anyway, this story will be rather short, but I'll try to keep things alive. Thanks again, and...enjoy, I guess? Yeah, I hope you guys like this one. :)