𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊 ❤︎

Below the vast blue sky, decorated with fluffy white clouds and a bright, round sun, a young woman sits comfortably on an oval, flat-surfaced rock in the middle of a green, grassy meadow.

Holding a sketchbook and a single pencil, the young woman focused her azure eyes on a white sheet of sketching paper. To her, drawing whatever she wants feels like being as free as a bird and flying away. Drawing anything on a page and bringing it to life was a blessing from the heavens.

Additionally, this young woman has semi-porcelain-colored skin and lovely, long brown-and-white hair that flows freely in the wind, just as her mind is free from unwanted thoughts. She finally began a fresh sketch, creating a quick outline of a person she had planned to draw. After that, she shut her eyes and thought about the individual who had been on her mind for so long.

One.

Two.

Three.

A gentle breeze caresses her bare skin. She wears only a simple gray, long-sleeved dress and black sandals. The 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 precious secret, and she feels an overwhelming wave of emotion as she clings to the hope that someday she would finally gather the courage to confess her love.

He possessed undeniable charm; his handsome features and captivating smile lit up the room and sparked a flicker of hope within her. She often fantasizes about him sweeping her away from a life filled with misery and innocent smiles. 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 and lets out a soft sigh of relief as the image materializes. Her cheeks turn a deep shade of crimson, and a flush of embarrassment washes over her as she imagined what it might be like to finally reveal her heart. She turns her attention away from the finished drawing, her eyes drifting toward a breathtaking sight: an ancient shed, now reduced to crumbling ruins, stands alone in the distance, surrounded 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 their older brother, would sneak away to play. Laughter and joy filled the air during those moments, even though every adventure ended with a scolding and punishment: no 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 stood her twin sister, Coral. The evident contrast between the two is unmistakable: Hazel’s hair, a warm brown with striking streaks of white, framed her face, while her azure eyes shine with vibrant intensity.

In contrast, Coral’s hair mirrors Hazel’s in color but lacks the white streaks, and her crimson eyes blaze 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. Hazel, feeling the weight of impending trouble, hurries after her sister. The twins dashed toward the grand entrance of their sprawling mansion, its exterior a beautiful tribute to Victorian architecture. Fancy details decorated the walls, and turrets reached gracefully into the sky, giving the impression of a mysterious castle straight out of a storybook.

The air is filled with excitement as they approach 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 evident. 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 as she see the others waiting for her.