Tears Of A Flower 소설 & 이야기

“It’s all part of the lesson.” Outside, Tessa ran down the stone path into the garden, the morning air cold against her tear streaked face. She sank onto a wooden bench beneath the cherry blossom tree, the petals falling slowly around her like tiny, silent witnesses. Her body shook as she tried to catch her breath, to quiet the storm of emotions inside her.

I was upset over that. I knew it was gonna be an uphill battle when she woke up cause of the things Morgan threw at her. This morning was so perfect and now it all went to shit. I wished that I could travel through time just to punch myself in the face. I got ahold of a few members of the pack and asked them to bring me some flowers. I had no idea what kind she wanted so I asked for a mixed vase of them. This would not help too much but I wanted to do something nice for her.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

I walk close to her and wake her up. “Hey, wake up. What’s happening to you?!” I can’t call her by her name. I still don’t know what’s her name. When she wakes up. She suddenly hugs me and does not care–I am half naked. She cried aloud down my chest. Her tears mix up the water on my body from the shower. HANA’S Point of View

"However, it doesn't state that this method is merely a bargain. Sacrificing your soul doesn't mean committing suicide; it simply means exchanging your pearl for the so-called peace. But then again, to what extent should we trust the words of evil?" Qilong snapped his fingers, and a few seconds later, a wildflower surfaced, levitating in the air. It had three pink petals and a white, furry stem. Miracle plucked it and subconsciously brought it close to her nose. The smell was too sharp. Her hand flinched, dropping the flower to the ground before she had time to think. The next moment, it burned into a blackish cinder, igniting a line of fiery flames.

I deserved to die. I am barely aware of Wolfgang getting up from his chair to reach me. But it was too late, I feel as if something is breaking inside me. A flood of tears wells up in my eyes, and an anguished sob escapes my throat. I clutch at the first thing I can find, but when I realize it's Wolfgang's arm, I frantically pull away from him and get up from the chair, causing it to fall to the floor. The world around me becomes distorted, as if I'm looking through a fogged glass.

Its petals sparkled like they were made of glass but its texture appeared smooth as velvet. “Do you know what this is? Her gaze remained fixed on the flower as she continued, “This is a blood flower. It gained its form at the same moment as my powers were awakened.” She paused for a moment and looked into my eyes, “It is the only thing in the world that can kill me.” “Today, I will give this to you as a token of my love.” She placed the flower in my hand, “Now, my life is in your hands.” She flashed me a smile and then walked away just like that.

I watered a plant with my tears. Look at my heart. I saved one life, at least on Earth. There was no source of water around. It was a place where people couldn't even spit. I watered a dying flower and plant by my lone tear. I saved a small plant of two inches in height from death. If I am so good at saving lives on Earth, why did my dear ones leave me? They didn't give me even a chance to heal them. But why? I next stopped and plucked that small plant to grow it in my garden. Maybe I will study what happens when some life form is saved from death.

It was barely there, just a whisper of the floral sweetness she used to wear, but it was enough to make my chest tighten. I dropped my head into my hands, tears streaming down my face. Vampires didn’t cry often; it wasn’t in our nature. But this pain was too much to contain. My shoulders shook as the sobs overtook me, raw and uncontrollable. The silence around me felt oppressive, like the forest itself was mourning with me. I looked up at the grave again, the black rose I had placed on top of the dirt standing out starkly against the earth. It was the only flower I could find that felt right for her—dark, beautiful, and strong, just like she had been.

A far cry from the Layla who once flinched at every reflection. The folded note still sat at the edge of my vanity. The one he’d sent last week with that pressed flower. I unfolded it, letting the words sink in again. “You remind me of things that grow in unlikely places—resilient, breathtaking, persistent in their blooming. If I’ve done nothing else right, I hope I’ve helped you remember that you are a force of nature, Layla Brooks.” I read it twice. Then again. And for the first time, I didn’t just wonder who he was.