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Title: A Flower
Pairing: Jessica-centric
Rating: G
Genre: Uh.. you decide. I can't put a genre to my writing nowadays.
Word Count: 302
Summary: It seems that it was only her who could be so indescribably perfect, to the point where only association would be sufficient.
Author's Note: I really have no clue what this is. I asked a friend for something to write about, she says flower, and this little piece is created. Ehhh it's nothing special really, but it's better than what I've been producing lately. >_>
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A flower. Beautiful. Fragrant. Pleasing to the eye.
It is truly a magnificent sight. Something to behold, admire at its beauty. The various shapes, colors, textures, and other assets a flower contains is beyond amazing. Despite being soft and gentle, the bold statement given off by a flower is impossible to ignore. You take the time to acknowledge and revel it as long as it lasts.
All these qualities all bound to one life form. It seems like not a single being on this planet could match the perfection of a flower.
If this is true, then perhaps Jessica Jung is not a being, for she is the human embodiment of a flower.
Every step she takes and every note she sings as she dances across the stage is filled with elegance and beauty beyond measure.
But, she wasn't always this amazing. She started out small and eventually grew and developed into something that people would never have expected from her. Was she happy with what she had become? That is indefinite. But what is known is that what she has become did not come with ease. She worked hard to get to where she was. She overcame many hardships, cried several tears, and experienced failure multiple times. But she never gave up.
And in her prime, she shined. Now is her time. Her time to show off what she's worked so hard for; dedicated her whole life to; what she's become.
But she knew all too well that her time would be over. Everything that she worked so hard to achieve would soon be nothing. Her abilities would be useless. The awe she struck and the joy she brought to people, she would never be able to do again. It would be the end of her journey.
Just like a flower.