Gin Blossoms Until I Fall Away Novels & Stories

Wyatt’s injuries had not yet healed. The doctor repeatedly warned him to rest, yet he insisted on being discharged early. He spent hundreds of millions setting up a romantic setup at the most luxurious rose estate in Blackridge. The grounds were blanketed with Juliet roses flown in from France, each bloom personally selected by him. The orchestra’s program was finalized after three sleepless nights. The fireworks were custom-designed to form a starry sky pattern that Vera loved and would burst at the most romantic moment, spelling out her name.

I'll be spending the entire day with her. Benjamin chuckled lightly and said, "Tell her to wear the bunny outfit." I closed my eyes. I felt my heart suddenly clench with excruciating pain before finally becoming so heavy that it seemed to plummet and crash down into the abyss.

I clenched my hands tighter as the pain in my palm seared. … I had no idea how long we walked for. The sun seemed to have climbed to its peak. I was finally allowed to remove the blindfold. Before me stretched a winding, narrow path that ended in a bottomless cave. Beside it stood a towering, ancient tree. Its scent of osmanthus drifted even from afar. The villagers said the tree had absorbed the essence of countless Blossom Brides. That was what made it so tall and fragrant. When we were thirty feet away from the cave, the procession abruptly stopped.

Rushing around frantically, I searched for her in the last direction that I'd seen her go. It felt like I walked for ages but finally, I knew she was near because suddenly the storm swirled away into the distance, then ceased. The snow was melting and as I trudged toward her, shivering and frostbitten, she stood in a beautiful, lush garden. Moss and chartreuse grass grew before my eyes. She turned to me, and I was bewildered when koby-pink cherry flower blossoms began to fall at my feet, covering the ground. I reached out for the cherry blossom and held it. The branch broke under my grasp, and everything turned frigid.

He managed to flash her a small smile from his stiff mouth. She smiled lightly, and her smile faltered around the edges, surprisingly hazy and melancholic like an autumn night. Ultimately, the one whom icy guy wanted to spend the rest of his life with was not her. She was just a substitute. As for her, other than Hanson, she would probably never fall for someone again. She was so lost in thought that she almost did not notice the flower bud in front of her start to unfurl and bloom. She hurriedly took out her phone and recorded this magical moment. Not long after, exquisite blossoms as white as snow had appeared in front of them in their fully bloomed glory.

A forceful strike of wind grazed over everything which made a beautifully glowing white iris flower to break down and fell on the ground which caught her attention and Inessa was so drowned into the beauty of that moment, her feets on their own straddled towards that fallen flower , totally forgetting about the Emily's words that, never let yourself to get captivated this garden's beauty as it has been made forbidden by its worshipper , creator and destructor. Inessa stopped in front of that flower and then got on her knees, she picked up the white iris flower and without even her notice, a soft smile crept on her face by watching it shinning so beautifully even in that deadly darkness but

I whispered, focusing on the colorful bush. Something strange happened. The flowers separated and began to flutter upward, like butterflies taking flight. It was beautiful. Once all of the flowers left the bush, the branches looked stark, empty, like a barren tree in the deep of winter. Alarmed, I wondered why the flowers had abandoned it. The petals continued rising and headed toward me. Astonished, I tilted my head to keep watching. A bubble-gum pink flower fell onto my arm. I shook it, trying to get it to drop, but it wouldn't budge.

She looked toward the window. The flowers were different. The four glowing red blossoms — the ones that had pulsed gently for weeks, always four, no more — had changed. There were six now. Two new petals had unfurled overnight. Quietly. Without warning. She blinked, breath catching. The fifth looked newer, less confident in its shape, but the sixth… The sixth pulsed stronger than the others. Brighter. And underneath that red light, the glass of the window had started to fog.

Regina walked first, radiant as Maid of Honor, guiding the way down the aisle. As she reached the front, the opening notes of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” drifted through the gardens, warm and gentle. A hush fell over the crowd, sunlight glinting off blooms, silk, and lace, the late afternoon casting a golden glow over everything.