"Her Burnt and blue Flowers" Short stories Pt.2

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Pt.2 :0 Hi! I hope that you've had a good day/afternoon/night The one and only - Lotus Hollows <3 Pt.1: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/878453737 Pt.1.5: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/884281692 Pt.2: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/880257180 Pt.3: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/882973588 Pt.4: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/883247111 Pt.5: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/883553709 Pt.6: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/892825225/ Pt.7: Pt.8: Story ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her blue and burnt flowers She was so pretty. Why? Why was she so pretty? Seeing her sit on her picnic blanket drawing and reading in her pretty blue garden. I have always liked her garden. It reminds me of the sky, the ocean, and my eyes. she used to give me compliments because of my blue eyes. She told me. "Why are you so pretty? It's not fair, my brown eyes have nothing on yours. I wish I too had pretty blue eyes," but I liked hers better... the way they focused on her art. The way they turned a most beautiful honey when she squinted at the blazing sun. She was beautiful. Her green beautiful sundress kissing her skin. I loved her more than anything. I would accomplish any given task just to be with her. I wished I could fit into the dresses she wore the way she did. She towered over me her height complimented with black high heels and her favorite dress. When she sat in her garden. She looked like a statue covered in flowering moss. Like she belonged there amidst the blue. She was a goddess in her garden. Every word that left her mouth was laced with honey and lavender. I wished to live a lavish life with someone I could not have. To pick those blue flowers in her garden to make a bouquet for her. But now she is gone and the flowers have left with her. It all left in such quick motion. The blaze, the smoke, the fear. It chased away my perfect blue. I no longer see her in her garden in her perfect green dress. The days have grown longer, darker, harder. The chores have been worse and I'm afraid that I will never see my love ever again. Why did it have to end this way? Why did she have to leave? Why did I have to stay? Staying just to repair what we had lost? I hope to one day see her. Once more...