What could compare to a couple in love, wanting someday to have children of their own, wanting a home holding spring-filled memories while they grow old? What could compare to a passionate admirer, who is both jealous and in love, whose mind is set on having one person as their trophy? Who do you know with pain so heartfelt and unbearable, all they can do is scream until they're out of breath? What could compare to a woman, whose desire is to have everything she once had before it was stripped away like a wrapper on candy?
How can so many lives be intertwined into one hurricane? How can there be one eye that sees the different perspectives of his brothers and sisters? How do you obtain such provability to live in denial? Why didn't the sudden changes come easily? Sure, it rushed in with the end-of-October winds and Golden trees but just like that wind, the month went by in a breeze. Oh, The days are surely numbered and it has deceived them by telling them of the utmost tale still left untold.
What is a couple in love? Two young birds flew hand in hand, blinded by the clouds that they could not spot the ravenous vultures and the starving eagles. Is it really true? Tell the world, is it true, what Lily Fisher doesn't know might be able to kill her? Her smile flashes as it has reached its climax. Her face beamed proudly, draping herself in the arms of Jacob Dale.
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What is a jealous admirer? The transition was hard for everyone, William especially. He spent his days hidden in his room as if it were a dark tower. "Everything okay?" Isobel curled under his arms like a puppy seeking its owner's attention.
"Yeah." He said in a breath, but just out the window, he could see Lily reading a book in the garden. Isobel felt like there was nothing she could do. She congratulated Lily and she was happy mostly because she had William all to herself now. She felt the boundaries of marriage should be enough to change his mind about Lily.
What is a lonely entertainer? Always with a full cup, always a prisoner in her own home, dreading the day she'll close her eyes once more. A full cup at hand, nothing left undone. Whose pocket is filled with old money, a full cup that never runs dry, a heart of gold hidden by nether bricks and spirits galore. A woman who cries herself silently to sleep in hopes that the world isn't as cruel as it was yesterday. Why should miserable people soil themselves with darkness, why must they cling to things that will only bring them more pain? Why do they wish to be more bitter than the worst things their foolish tongues have latched on to? Are the daily drinks worth it? Could the lust of a flower cure a cold heart?