Lockette ❤︎

Underneath the vast blue sky, adorned with white fluffy clouds and a bright round sun, perched a young female who is comfy on a flat-surfaced stone rock in the shape of an oval, also, the flat-surfaced stone rock is in the middle of a green grassy meadow.

The young female holds a sketchbook and a single pencil in her hand as her azure eyes focus on a white sheet of sketching paper. To her, drawing what you want feels like being as free as a bird and flying away. Drawing anything on a page and bringing it to life is a blessing given by the high heavens.

Additionally, this young female possesses semi-porcelain-colored skin. Having lovely long brown and white hair that flows freely in the wind, just as her mind is free from unwanted thoughts.

She finally begins a fresh sketch, creating a quick outline of a person she has planned to draw. After this, the young female shuts her eyes and thinks about the individual, who has been on her mind for so long.

One.

Two.

Three.

A gentle breeze caresses her bare skin as she only wears a simple gray long-sleeved dress and black sandals. The gentle breeze caresses the grass and trees, causing them to sway in the same rhythmic direction.

As she opens her eyes, the world before her is still the same, but her mind is focused on a singular image- a memory of him that feels as tangible as the air she breathes.

His presence lingers in her heart, like a cherished secret, and she feels an overwhelming wave of emotion as she clings to the hope that someday she will finally gather the courage to confess her love.

He possesses an undeniable charm, his handsome features and captivating smile lighting up the room and igniting a flicker of hope within her.

She often fantasizes about him sweeping her away from a life filled with misery confined with an innocent smile.

As she delicately sketches the portrait of this dashing suitor, each stroke of her pencil seems to bring him to life on the page.

With each detail, she feels a mixture of excitement letting out a soft sigh of relief as the image materializes. Her cheeks form a deep shade of crimson, a sweat of embarrassment washing over her as she imagines what it might be like to finally reveal her heart.

She turns her attention away from the finished drawing, her eyes drifting towards a breathtaking sight:

an ancient shed, now reduced to crumbling ruins, stands alone in the distance, enveloped by an enchanting sea of blooming roses in shades of pink, red, and white. Memories flood her mind as she recalls the carefree days of her childhood spent in that very shed, where she and her twin sister, along with her older brother, would sneak away to play. The laughter and joy of those moments filled the air, even as the punishment followed each adventure ending in scolding, leaving them to not have a dessert or anything sweet for a whole month.

A soft laugh escapes her lips at the fond memory just as a gentle tap on her shoulder interrupts her nostalgia.

“EEEEK!” A startled shriek escapes her lips, the unexpected touch sending a jolt of adrenaline through her. In surprise, she releases her sketchbook, watching helplessly as it tumbles through the air and lands with a soft thud on the lush green grass below.

“You sound like a pathetic weak idiot!” Comes a teasing voice from behind, laced with a hint of annoyance that feels strangely familiar.

Turning around, Hazel’s face contorts into an exaggerated pout. There stands her twin sister, Coral. The evident contrast between the two is unmistakable: Hazel’s hair, a warm cascade of brown with striking streaks of white, frames her face, while her azure eyes shine with a vibrant intensity.

In contrast, Coral’s hair mirrors Hazel’s in color but lacks the white streaks, her crimson eyes blazing with a fierce spark.

“Don’t scare me like that again!” Hazel exclaims, her voice a mix of surprise and frustration.

She pouts, her brows furrowing adorably as she clutches her sketchbook tightly against her chest, protecting the artwork within. No one could peek inside unless she chose to share, and right now, she wasn’t in the mood.

“Whatever, Hazel!” Coral shot back, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she stuck out her tongue like a playful child. “Aunt Harper wants to see us. We really shouldn’t keep her waiting!” With a quick flip of her hair, she sprints off, her energy infectious. Hazel, feeling the weight of approaching trouble, hurried after her sister.

The twins dashed toward the grand entrance of their sprawling mansion, its exterior a beautiful respect to Victorian architecture. Ornate details adorned the walls, and turrets reached gracefully into the sky, giving the impression of a mysterious castle straight out of a storybook.

The air was filled with excitement as they approached the large, intricately carved doors, their hearts racing in unison.

As Coral steps over the threshold, she eagerly runs into the dining room, her excitement noticeable. Hazel lingers for a moment, watching her little cousins and siblings dart past her, their laughter echoing joyfully through the air.

A warm smile spreads across her face as she observes their carefree antics, the innocence of childhood shining in their bright eyes.

With a soft sigh, Hazel quickens her pace, her heart fluttering with a mix of anticipation and shyness.

She slips into the dining room just moments after Coral, gently pulling the heavy doors closed behind her. A shy smile blooms on her lips at the others waiting for her.