I call this pice " beautiful people being beautiful"
I watched the stands get put away. I walked up to one and looked down on a vase filled with glass roses. " How much is it? " I asked.
I rode home with the glass rose in my hand. The rose made me think about Irene. It was pure and beautiful. The rose was of glass thus I thought about it easily breaking. I thought about her careful hands holding it softly. She was the only one I could imagine being able to keep the rose.
At evening Irene and I walked through the garden. She seemed to like to be there when she wasn't in town helping people. The house Eris was known for their kindness to people. The people loved them. Some leaders thought of them as being foolish but after Irene was born it stopped. Everyone loved the house Eris. Everyone loved Irene. " How was the hunt? " she asked. " You know I don't like hunting lady Irene. " Irene smiled at me. " I don't understand why you are going to those hunts then. " I stood beside her, watching her take care of the garden. Even though we had servants for it, she wanted to do it on her own as she stayed at our castle. " It's my duty to protect the people as the air of the house. " Irene turned around with a smile on her face. " I have something for you, close your eyes. "
She turned back to me and looked into my eyes with her blue ones. I smiled at her and her eyes closed. I took out the glass rose and put my hand on her head. I felt her soft hair against the tip of my fingers. Her smile became wider when I told her to open her eyes. She stared at the rose for a moment and then looked over at my smiling face. " It is beautiful. " She slowly reached out for the rose. " Thank you, my lord. But I must tell you that you spoil me too much. " She ran her hand through my hair and let it then rest on my cheek. In her other hand was the rose, in safe hands.
Those strings cannot be cut
IF they are shackles they cannot be hammered
They can neither be erased
Because they aren't physical to be destroyed
A seemingly immortal abstract feeling.............. Humans slave of emotions I am too very emotional...... Follow @rejected_writer for more posts
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