A Fall Of Marigolds Novels & Stories

The caption read, “The weather is perfect today. We collected stones by the sea.” The third post was of stars glittering and fireworks blooming in the night sky. The caption read, “I offer you the stars as my pledge to provide you a life free of worry.” Hailey laughed as she read them. He had once said all of those words to her. Now, the person listening with joy was no longer her. Sure enough, when love fades, the heart no longer aches.

I stopped crying after several hours and JD stayed with me the whole time. Before long, the day finally ended. This marked the end of whatever illusion I had of ever being with Adrian and the end of The Decadence of The Fallen as well. We were a band no more after that and the girl who once fell for the "Ice Prince" had given up on trying to melt his frozen heart.

Her peaceful bubble of life, pinned down and leaking with every new minute she spent in her old house. All of it stemmed from that single face that hovered at the edges of her nerves like a plague. Her hand that moves to adjust her pillow touches a sleek texture and the young girl pauses. The resin rose is staring up at her like it always did when she lays her gaze on it. Faintly, she remembers clutching at it before she went to sleep, but it only adds more irritation to Alina's already crumbling mood. Without a word, she sets it down with a clank, and then heads out the room with a tug of a new bubble gum pink shirt.

No, she wouldn’t eat them, but she could return them, though the chances of his still being there and not in a hospital were slim to none; her latte had ensured that. With an air of resignation Camille got up, picked up the paper bag, and after a long moment, dumped it in the trash; tamping down on her urge to lick off some of the jam that’d spilt on her fingers. It would have to be the flavorless kale salads they served in the cafeteria then, she thought as she stepped out of her office, but for the rest of that day she was haunted by the memory of eyes which shone like honey.

“Already earned the title as Mrs. Stewart, huh? So that’s what he thinks about me.” Everything I had earned had not been given out of love at all. It had been paid for with one of my kidneys. All the strength drained from my body at once, and I collapsed to the floor. I fell into a miserable heap. Pain spread through my body. I did not even have the strength to get back up. When Johnson saw me, he quickly strode over and helped me to my feet. He rested his profound gaze on me and asked, “How did you fall? When did you get here?”

When I woke the petals were clenched tightly in my hand. I had not shut my heavy velvet curtains after Fitz’s late night scramble to my window meaning I woke with the hazy autumn dawn. Before Marie could enter I quickly pressed the petals back into the leaves of my book. To leave such affectionate tokens lying about would be foolish, no matter how kind she seemed of late. Everything seemed brighter, more optimistic. The fallen leaves of yesterday which reminded me of mud and decay now seemed like a golden carpet, a pure feast for the eyes.

“Can’t you see? That might have been her whole purpose of coming back. She planned the accident just to get me out of the way and marry you.” Carlton flares up and completely disgrees with her. “Not everything is about you marigold.” He spits and that leaves marigold fuming with rage. Tired of where I’m standing, I decides to walk out of the entrance and the moment marigold sees me, her entire moods goes dark.

Laura Fall arrived like a door slamming shut. One day it was summer. The roses were heavy and the air was thick and the garden smelled like heat and dirt and something growing. The next day, the leaves were turning. The light was different. The world was pulling inward. I stood at the kitchen window. Coffee in my hand. My chipped blue mug. The one Damon kept trying to throw away. The roses were still blooming. Not all of them. The red ones were stubborn. The pink ones were already losing petals. The white ones were hanging on by something that looked like hope.

I could hear girls chirping around me and involuntarily, a smile spread on my lips. Just as it came, it disappeared when a sharp sound rang across the room. “A slap?” I pondered, watching the lady in front of a man seated on a wheelchair seething with anger. “You must be stupid to think I’m going to get married to a cripple like you.”