Handkerchief Vase 소설 & 이야기

Maybe just needed to feel close to her again. This room used to be my peace. My sanctuary when the world grew too loud. I move toward her old vanity and slowly open the top drawer. A soft creak follows. Inside are little things, hairpins, a dried rose, a small silver comb. Then, tucked at the very back beneath a folded handkerchief, something striking catches my eye. I reach in and pull it out. A sealed Venetia red case, with a delicate crest engraved in the center. Her crest.

“I love you” “I love you too”. He stepped back, watching the car drive out of the villa. #### AT THE MALL Kate stared at a variety of ceramic vases, contemplating on which one to get. She was looking for one for her mother. She’d considered getting her china plates to add to her collection. But her mum liked flowers around her, so a vase would be the perfect gift. Satisfied with her choice, she picked a white vase with blues and yellow details of birds and gently placed it in the stroller. She had just moved a few steps when she bumped into someone’s else’s.

A porcelain vase with floral embellishments stood on a piece of velvet cloth draped over the counter. When Trevor saw her, he said, "Holly, come on over." She walked over. Trevor gently nudged the vase toward her. He asked, "Do you know where this vase is from?" She knew that he wanted to show her off. The vase was a status symbol in the royal court. It was delicately made, with an elegant curved neck and floral details on the handles. The main flowers on the vase were roses. The craftsmanship was top-notch, and the colors stood out brilliantly.

I had not realized that Alpha Aiden had so many vases and paintings in his room. I carefully dusted the intricate design of the vase, admiring the delicate brushstrokes that had been used to create the floral pattern. It was a beautiful piece, with a slim neck that tapered down into a wide base. The colours were vivid and bold, and the flowers seemed to almost come to life under my touch. As I moved on to the other vases, I noticed that each one was unique, with its own distinct pattern and colour scheme. One had a swirling blue and white design, while another was adorned with bold, red flowers.

His forehead furrowed when he saw my wounded hand. "Why is your hand look like that? You look like you were going to fight boxing " he said while laughing annoyingly and pointing at my hand. I glared at Aristotle who is smiling apologetically at me. Caleb grabbed my hand and covered my wound properly. "There! That's how it should be! " he said while clapping. I saw them wrapping the broken parts of the vase in the paper. I pouted and faced Aries. "That vase… is expensive isn't it?" I trailed. That's probably expensive. I will not be surprised if that vase is from Qing Dynasty.

Perhaps from the items on the shelf, the painting and all the other decorative choices, I can understand this monster and make some sense of who he might be, even if only slightly. First, I examine the vases on the shelf. There are twelve of them separated from each other by about ten inches. Their equidistant placement in addition to the pristine condition of the room I am being held in tell me that this is not a messy monster. He likes his things in order. I wonder what kind of fit he might throw if I haphazardly rearrange these vases. I smile a little at this thought – being able to rile him up and turn his eyes red again. Before picking up one of the vases, the first one from the left, I

Meredith blinked, wondering what the man wanted with her. “Delivery.” The man shoved the vase towards her. “Th-thanks…” Meredith took the vase and watched as the man turned and left towards the elevator. Meredith blinked, still standing in the open door. She slowly looked down and walked away from the door letting it close softly behind her. She held a large pear shaped blue and green glass vase that used flat angles to create a slightly leaning pear shape. In it were fifteen red origami roses with a small white envelope. Meredith blinked and walked towards the kitchen where Brayden glanced up but said nothing as he continued whatever he was working on at the moment.

This was the handkerchief he used often, so it was not suitable for her to take it. On the contrary, Jeff handed over an Evian bottle that was on the shelf nearby. It was sealed and safe to drink. It looked like it was specially prepared for them.

"Your birthday gift, consider it a thank you for bringing me here." With that, she hurriedly left to change clothes. Zachary looked at the handkerchief in his hands. The embroidery was of bamboo. Bamboo stalks stretched out with leaves, and diagonally, his name was stitched into the fabric. "Sir." The young girl giggled happily. "Giving a handkerchief is a confession!" Zachary tucked it away with a smile, and asked, "She made this herself?" The girl nodded. "She was very serious about it. Looks like she truly loves you."

She said and walked back to her post after stuffing the handkerchief in his hand. Kai was about to throw the handkerchief on the ground and stomp his feet on it. The corner of his eyes caught something peculiar. The edge of the handkerchief had a particular symbol of a flower between two vertical lines. The hands holding on to the handkerchief shook at an indescribable frequency. His lips parted in surprise. Bringing the handkerchief close to his nose, he inhaled deeply with his eyes closed. Yes, that's right. That scent is the scent of home.