I push back the curtains and stare at myself in the window.
I can only hear the sound of the rain, pattering angrily on the glass. To me, it sound like a person trying to get someone's attention, to notice their suffering and finally help them. Maybe I could write a poem. Am I even sane anymore?
Friends? Yeah, I have them.
Magic? Yeah, I have that.
Loneliness? I have that too.
I lean my forehead against the glass, icy to the touch. Tomorrow was my 18th birthday. Then, I could finally be allowed out of the town to find a special someone. I could finally open the flower shop I've been working on down on the first story.
To be honest, I want to be alone. Just with nature and myself.
Tomorrow, I'll have a party and there's gonna be cake and things like that. Then, I'll be happy...right?
Gosh, I'm tired. I need rest. But no matter how hard I try, I can't sleep. I need fresh air. Fresh friendship. Fresh anything.
I pull on some slippers and open the door, water and wind streaking my face. Why did I bother? Nobody here is stupid enough to be outside.
Then, I see her.
She's nothing like I've ever seen.
Her skin was dark and blended into the shadow of the fountain in the plaza. She was curled into a ball, trying to get under the tiny overhang of the fountain, and her whimpers of misery were barely audible. Her clothes were drenched and she didn't know if the girl was crying or if it was just rain.
I did the first thing she knew she had to do.
Save her.
⧨i hope you enjoyed this part, even though it's worse than my love life. its nonexistent. that's how bad this is. sorry, im better at short stories TT^TT. btw this is based on a girl at school because i kind of- never mind. nova out.
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