𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣||𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖 ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕠𝕟

'All things lovely. Come and go. Like waves on a shoreline. All thing beautiful. Are fragile and breakable. Like petals next to fire. And yet you. You are bright and careless. Reckless it how you love. No understanding, Yet completely open. To finding new passions. Like a diamond. From rock to ring. And I find it quite perfect. The way you live. In harmony with your soul. Your ocean and petals' -Cheyenne Raine

Y/N Dallas, a girl whom from a young age had to learn the cruel ways of the world. How people use others for their own gain. And how those who are different, are treated like animals. Numbers on a clipboard. Some succeed more than others while some fail.

No.

Y/N didn't get that life. She got out. She was free. Running through the forest, the dirt beneath her feet, sticks and stones poking at her feet, but she doesn't stop. She keeps going for freedom. And when she makes the clearing, her eyes widen, such beauty they are. She only dreamt of them, but now she can smell them. Touch them. She gripped one tightly and pulls it out of the earth. Pulling it close to her face and smelling it gently, smiling as the rising sun glistens over the golden petals.

What such beauty they are. Their golden petals flutter in the wind. Standing strong in winds and face the light with passion. Oh how beautiful sunflowers are.