For her love was the only thing she ever had. With the flowers withering on her windowsill she had no hope for life to continue for she no longer owned her love.
Thus the flowers had withered for months and months with her longing gaze and elflocked hair.
The darkening skin lingering under her eyes being the only proof that she was not a somnambulist woman but a woman slowly creeping out of her own mind.
The dried-up flower fell and landed with a low thud sending the piling dust into the air. She watched it stir, admiring the change of scenery when the sun reflected off the dust.
Thereupon she averted her gaze to the fallen flower. Though it was crumpled up and showed no hint of the vibrant colour it once obtained she knew what flower it was. How could she ever forget?
It was the first flower to ever be given to her by her lover.
It was a yellow Ranunculus that had been much too beautiful of her heart to comprehend and now, even in its withering state on the verge of turning into the dirt, her heart ached with its beauty.
It had been a rainy day full of mouths pointing towards the wet grown and hair sticking to their miserable faces.
She could not have looked any better for she had been keeping her hope up that the woman with amber curls would show up at 08 am to order her herbal-based tea.
But the clock had long passed eight and she, as well as the others, had started to frown only clinging to one last spark of hope.
Perhaps she should feel embarrassed for her longing for the woman. Perhaps she should tell her to stop calling for her. Perhaps she should go and find herself a lover to please her surroundings.
Perhaps she should do all of those things yet she could not bring herself to for she was too exceptional to ever wave off.
But then she walked in, just as that fragile spark was about to be put out by the pouring rain and sad faces,
with a smile as if the sun was shining bright above and everyone was sharing her enthusiasm for the melancholy day.
She went to stand in line with one hand constantly behind her back and there she had to stand and take orders for coffee as if the girl she had been waiting on all day with lost hope was not
in the same room.
Nonetheless, the wait was worth it.
'I am not sure if I owe you an apology for showing up late to a coffee shop but you will get one.
It could so happen to be that you would have received this either way but do see it as an apology.
She had pushed the single flower into her hand and went out the door with the promise to be in time for the day after and nonsense about a man who did not exist.
She had had to wait for her shift to end before she could take care of the herbal sun. Nonetheless, the wait was worth it. Around the stem of the flower was a handwritten note.
I do think you should have this because you are indeed radiant and quite charming too.
With that, I want to ask if you would care to join me for a walk in the park? I will be waiting for you by the fountain at 07 pm if you are interested.
She of course met her by the fountain with an umbrella held close to her head unsuccessfully shielding herself from the cold rain that glued her clothes to her skin.
Nonetheless, the cold was worth it for it was the beginning of her life and to her unexpecting downfall.
There was never a fault in her steps nor an amateurish second as they moved over the loud ground.
The night was no longer young and she was shaking in her bones but the soul of the woman next to her was like a magnet that dragged her after her even though her feet surely were
both bleeding and bruising.
It would be the first time she would perpend that she would follow her anywhere but surely not the last.
She did come in time after that, every day she would walk in like an angel with her wings spread enveloping everyone in her happy and calm world.
It was as if her whole life had been a cycle of suffering until she had walked up to her for she was the only point of the day she breathed.
She was the only thing she had ever seen and the only thing she could ever hear.
She lived in her own words and much too soon she too was pulled into that world. She was forever a changed woman, she would forever depend upon her stream of tranquillity.