Part 2 Of Flowers In The Attic の小説・ストーリー

She passed the second floor, then the third, moving toward the narrow, hidden staircase that led to the attic. The sound grew louder. It was coming from behind a heavy, reinforced door at the end of the dusty hallway. Maria stood in front of it, her heart racing. "Carlos? Are you in there?" -------- Inside the attic, Inés froze. Her knuckles were raw and bleeding. She had been using the base of a heavy brass lamp to strike the floorboards for hours, praying for a miracle. When she heard Maria’s voice, her first instinct was to scream for help. But she stopped herself.

“Come on!” Damian said as he grabbed my hand and basically pulled me along with him. I barely felt my ribs as we flew up the stairs to the attic. “This way!” I yelled when we got to the landing. The attic was massive, as it was all unfinished and exposed. The only thing that made it inviting was the mini fridge that mom put in the corner of the room so she didn’t have to walk all the way downstairs to get water. The balcony door was shut. The lock wasn’t turned and there was a coolness to the air that made me feel like it had been opened. “I don’t see anything out of place.” Damian muttered as he examined the door.

The remnants of her mother’s and father’s lives beckoned her from the attic, like sirens calling her to uncover the secrets hidden within their old belongings. With a deep breath, Aqua climbed the creaking stairs to the attic. Dust motes danced in the beams of sunlight streaming through the small window, and the air was thick with the scent of aged paper and wood. She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation.

Her mind kept drifting back to the grocery store encounter and the woman’s side profile that looked just like Natalie, the familiar. Aditi inhaled slowly, trying to calm the knot tightening in her chest. “She can’t be the one,” she whispered to herself. “Please… don’t let her be the one.” But deep down, a heavy fear settled in her gut….. ….………….. The weekend was here, and the soft morning breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers through the air. “Do you think Dada is going to love these flowers I picked from the garden?” Isabella asked, her tiny hands holding a bunch of freshly plucked red and yellow roses.

But there is a voice at the back of my mind telling me he'd fail, that I will leave the rest of my life here, and he'd probably marry Avanka fucking Granger, who's had her eye on him since we were in high school. ... Flora came to my room the following morning to give me a tour of her greenhouse. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Sunlight poured through the arched glass ceiling, and the scent of flowers wrapped around us. Rows upon rows of flowers stretched in every direction. “You planted all these?” I asked in amazement, and Flora smiled proudly. “Mama and I did. We were always bringing home new flowers.” She gently brushed her fingertips over a blooming white rose.

Beautiful if someone liked cold steel, icy desserts and a thrill of falling from a cliff, only to land in freezing water. We walked to the back, the atmosphere here was quiet and the décor changed from just white to shades of cream with golden and red splashes. A woman who looked to be in her late thirties approached us and introduced herself, “Hi, I’ll be the one assisting you. My name is Flora.” “Flora, bring out your latest collection,” Allister’s honey eyes dropped to my sneakers and he said, “And also something for my girl’s pretty feet.” I paused. But when I glanced at him, he was looking at Flora.

The waiter took them to an attic on the second floor. An elegant wooden house was built in the attic on the second floor. There were flowers and plants in front of the wooden house, as well as a row of roses. Although in November the flowers had withered, the lush green still looked pretty, blocking the view of high-rise buildings. It gave one a different kind of vibe to the place. "Mr. Milton, what would you like to order?" the waiter asked respectfully. "Four sets of crab roe pastries. I want to take away six sets. I also want two bowls of mushroom soup," Jasper said.

I rushed over to it and open it. I slowly crawled my way into it before shutting the door. I heard the front door open, I close my eyes, trying to be calm. I noticed the way they walked on top on the entrance to this attic. Just give them fifteen more steps. One. Two. Three. I kept listening to their footsteps in order to know when I'll get out and run through the front door. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. I took a deep breath before swiftly opening the attic and dart out of the attic immediately. I ran out the front door.

She said "Okay, that's it. I'm coming in, Flower," I said and opened the door. Rose was sitting on the toilet with three pregnancy tests in her hand. "Do you need some help?" I asked, and she shook her head no. I took the tests out of her hand and looked at them. They had two pink lines lit up. "Flower, are you pregnant?" I asked "Yeah, I think I am. All of those, plus the three tests on the counter, say that I am pregnant," She whispered.

That means I did that, didn't I? I closed my eyes and wanted nothing more than to tear it into pieces angrily and throw it away. But I need to go on. If I wanted to move on I had to read it. 'Want to tear it and throw it away, don't you? But don't. Just listen to me. I'm so sorry. I know it doesn't matter what I say. But I just need you to know this. Just this. Take all the clues and take the first letter of all the flowers in the order you received them. Please. The last flower was Ursinia in case you forgot.'