When I was younger, Ma gave me blue snowdrops, she bought them for my birthday ! I was really careful with them, but I constantly used to overwater them; I didn't know when to stop giving. Of course, the snowdrops died within a month. I cried so much that time, because I did something wrong, I thought they were beautiful. I always wanted to keep things, my snowdrops, butterflies, and friends. Because I thought all of these were beautiful. I then swore to myself I never would give anything to anyone.
From this moment I learnt how to unlove people, and things, I learnt how to unsee beauty, how not to get attached, people are like moments, they don't last. At the end, we all become memories.
Of course, I use to push away people, because they can't handle the storm there's within me, because if I let them get too close, they'll be in tears. And those I don't push away leave by themselves; of course I scare people, especially men. I make myself look pretty, but I'm trained to kill: beauty may be dangerous, but intelligence is lethal.
I was always told I'm observant, that's not particularly true. People are so predictable, so easy to read, all bleeding emotions and feelings the same way they drink their coffees and smoke their cigarettes. But no one notices, everyone's too busy drinking and smoking.
Some people survive chaos, and this is how they grow. Others dance through chaos, as it's all they know.
We're all killers, our hands are stained with blood. Somewhere, something had to die so we could stay alive.
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Stardust
RomanceEven though stars are deeply dived into darkness, they still find the strength to shine. As we all have stardust in our veins, we are all stars with humans names. What will happen when Tara, a young student, find out that she actually unlocked a tem...
