A hundred black roses were lined up in a hundred glass vases underneath the large window, displaying a cascading and snowy world which clashed with one hundred shadowed, petalled silhouettes. Each thorn, save one, had been meticulously sliced off the dyed stems. She knew he did that by hand for her, to remind her that the dark ones were like these flowers. Singular, lovely, dangerous. How many nights had their trainings ended with that harsh reminder, a haunting and longing whisper he breathed into her hair.
Thank you Disney for yet another line to live by. You have to admit, that line from Cinderella is lovely. What have I learned about kindness lately? Here’s one secret. Nothing you could wear (sorry insta’, still love you though) will ever be as lovely to the world and those around you as the beautiful simplicity of a kind act. Continue reading “Have courage and be kind, she said.”→
“Will you meet me at La Tour Eiffel? Tonight?” I heard the sounds of a café in the background over the phone. Glasses clinking, French girls laughing- discussing their plans for ce soir, & the love notes of Parisian street music suggested he was already in the heart of the city.