Flower of My Heart

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
It was one of those days, when you feel something big's going to happen, you feel it in your bones. So you wait, even though the sky is a regular grayish blue and the sun's fading and nothing seems to be different, but you just know it'll happen. So even though you're fully prepared for it- you're still surprised when it happens.

Submitted: June 09, 2010

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It was one of those days, when you feel something big's going to happen, you feel it in your bones. So you wait, even though the sky is a regular grayish blue and the sun's fading and nothing seems to be different, but you just know it'll happen. So even though you're fully prepared for it- you're still surprised when it happens.

I had been sitting in my dining room, half asleep, as usual of Saturday mornings. Even the pancakes in front of me didn't wake me up. Nothing did, I just wanted to sleep. But a chill ran up my spine and now THATjolted me awake. As Iblinked, everything coming into focus, I realized I was supposed to eat, but somehow I wasn't hungry, unlike usual. My mother was fussing over her orchids, smiling and humming at them, as she did over all the plants. Suddenly, for the first time in a while, her gaze concentrated on me.

"Lia."

It was simple, nothing strange, nothing different except for the fact that it seemed she was actually going to say something important to me.

But of course.

She didn't.

Instead a small smile grew on her lips, dreamy and no-longer focused.

"Lia, honey, would you like this dead orchid?" She asked, smiling. Iknew she was joking, Iknew she was just teasing me, that I was supposed to laugh, but a choking feeling stuck in my throat. Icouldn't laugh, because even though it was a joke it was the first time she'd ever offered me a gift. So instead, I nodded, surprising her, but she handed it to me, none the less.

Ilooked at the flower, it was fragile and paperlike, beautiful. I pulled off a petal and another and another. As if in a trance. Suddenly, I realized there were no more petals to pull, so I looked at my hand, it was cupped and it was full of white petals, soft, and looking almost crushed. Yet

there was something hopeful in that flower, a yearning. But it could be crushed at any second.

Like a heart.

I almost laughed at that, the strangeness of it all. Comparing a flower to a heart. It was strange, but ... true.

Flower of my heart.

Disturbed by that thought, I ran out the door, trying to clear my mind. I was never one to think about things like that, but yet that thought had hit me strong, it was a blow in a weak spot I'd been trying to hide.

The spot of feelings, of love and sadness and happiness and anger. Ihid them, not wanting to show anyone that I was below perfect, but somehow that small flower, sad, it had hit me and gotten me when I wasn't shielded. Somehow, I didn't care, it felt nice to feel simply

human.

So Iran, and Iran, thinking and laughing, I knew if my friends saw me they'd be confused, but for the first time in my life Ididn't care. Well... not the first. The second. I can't lie. The first was three years ago, when I had opened up to someone, and they had left. Feeling a pang of misery, of longing, Iwent to the park. There Irealized it was dusk, I'd spent the whole morning running. I shrugged and sat on a swing, not swinging, just letting memories fly through me.

My firstrealfriend, we met here, catching fireflies. Fireflies. They were blazing across the summer sky. I leaped out of the swing and caught one, suddenly Ifelt my hands grow hot, strange because fireflies weren't hot. I opened them and light exploded infront of my eyes. Iscreamed, but a hand gently touched my cheek and I stopped, Ilooked ahead into misty eyes. I saw my friend.

"Spiri!" Iscreamed, tears streaming down my face.

But she was gone, into the night, the fireflies were too, and all I saw were flower petals and a voice running through my head.

"LiveLia."

My flower, it could've been crushed, but no it was redone into a blossom.

I could bloom again.

And.

I.

Did.


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