Benevolent ✿ Alice Cullen

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In the back of a cafe in Port Angeles sits a small table for one, rarely used but well-loved by two individuals with lives that are as different as water and ice but are just as similar. Ice is water frozen in time, whereas water has the unrestricted will to flow freely through a creek bed, repeating its life cycle until it's born anew.

The first time she stepped into the cafe it was due to her misfortune that the forecast of cloudy skies decided to let the sun peek through. In her haste to get inside before the golden rays touched her milky white skin, she happened to shoulder check a young man who groaned in pain, helped steady her, then smiled and gently told her to be careful next time as she quickly spits out an apology. She's just relieved that the stack of papers and laptop in his grip stayed resting in the crook of his arm.

Once through the double doors and out of the awkward situation, she immediately fell in love. Hardwood floors that look halfway polished, as if someone procrastinated on the job, ended up forgetting then remembering and loving how it turned out anyway. Walls depicting art from local artists, photography from local photographers, and hand-painted designs that cover the expanse of the room. All made or taken with delicate precision. Feather-light touches of paintbrushes, caresses of colored pencils, shutters of a camera lens, and the small grin of accomplishment. On the left, a glass case with jewelry sold by a local designer.

One lone ring catches her attention, it's nothing short of beautiful, standing out because of its simplicity. Delicately picking up the piece of copper jewelry, she allows the pad of her thumb to briefly run over the smooth spirals of rustic red. She feels a pull towards this piece of the collection. Looking up, she places the ring down. She'll probably buy it.

The entirety of the coffee shop is inviting, she feels it seeping through her hard skin, invading the dry vessels of her heartstrings. For the first time in forever, she feels warmth course through her. But doesn't that always happen? Everything feels warm when your heart becomes cold.

She's not sure why but her curiosity has been stolen by the aesthetically pleasing cafe.

Her gaze travels across the beautiful shop. The walls are exposed red brick, with cracks and crevices that add to the whimsical atmosphere. On pieces of paper ripped from notebooks and journals lonely people jot down their wishes, desires, dreams, and inspirations with expectancy. Filled with curiosity, she followed suit, scribbling down her deepest desire:

I hope to find tranquility.

The patrons roll them up into scrolls, then delicately placed them in the chasms running between the bricks where the mortar fails to do its job. If humans should cease to exist this wall would collapse as if the mere presence of people in its company keeps it standing mighty. She watched as others put their faith in this. She did too.

Step by step takes her closer to the back of the coffee shop, out of reach of the rays of sun pouring in through the glass windows. Chilled fingertips grazing the wall, she lets her eyes wander over the new environment around her. Even if just for a second she feels at least a bit more alive than she's felt in forever. The silver displayettes sitting at the edge of the table caught her attention, folded and stuck in it is a note. Written in handwriting that looks as if it belongs to a crazed chicken:

Hey, how's your day?
Leave a letter in return.
-KH

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