It's always a matter, isn't it, of waiting for the world to come unraveled? When things hold together, it's always only temporary
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f Elena were anyone else, she would have given up by now. She keeps reaching for the sun, reaching into that endless blue sky, expecting the warmth of it to be reflected upon her, but instead it is always so much colder than she expects.If Elena were anyone else, she would have stopped reaching by now.
She sighs heavily as she watches everyone flutter around like butterflies atop the cliffs. They all have drinks, sipping and downing them respectively. She has always loved flowers, from the time her mother first showed them to her. Her love of them only grew as she did, planting her own garden (and crying when one of the boys accidentally trampled it). She would wave flowers into Alvaro’s hair with only his mild complaints. She picked flowers and handed one to each soldier before he set out for war.
She placed flowers on her parents’ graves.
White lilies for her mother.
Gold roses for her father.
She grabs a drink and settles in amongst the crowd to watch the sun begin to set. It truly is a marvelous sunset. Spring can be such fickle weather, but Elena is so grateful that is had held out for the Tulip Festival. No sudden rains, no stubborn snow. It had been a yellow sun and bright blue skies, with flimsy clouds to race across it. All ending in an explosion of color that is the sunset. There are flowers weaved into her hair, done by her daughter. They are white daisies, flowers that have slowly become Elliana’s favorite. Elena has encouraged the passion, finding the daisy much more pleasant than her daughter’s earlier fascination of Chrysanthemum.
The flower of death.
She senses a presence nearby and turns to face her, not recognizing her face. The Champion of Community tilts her pretty golden head, a flower tumbles free from golden locks and finds purchase on the crowd below. “Hello, stranger, come to enjoy the sunset?”
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picture by cannon
let's light this house on fire
we'll dance in the warmth of its blaze
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