Her wistful hazel eyes, flecked with pale green hues, gazed intently at the satiny fragrance of the shrubbery. The roses and the freesias, though, seemed to look away from her delicate form. She sighed deeply as the thought of the passing spring entered her mind. It should not end yet. She wished for eternal blooming, of airy dresses and fleeting ( Read more... )

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It was prom night. I don't remember what I'm doing there but I was with NG. I only met him once and he turned out to be an unexpected mentor. @_ ( Read more... )