Hello!, don't want to really share my real name around the internet, but calling myself Lavender now. Writing is one of many hobbies I find myself enjoying. And I would love to post and share my story all around. Please enjoy reading!
The Fragile Rose
Spring... A season that has been battled between love and hate for so long. Some love the sight of flowers and plants shining. Its vibrated color is nothing compared to other seasons. While the others dreaded bugs flying around, getting close to ears and faces. These devilish bugs make it hard to savor the season. Though Lucas had no problem at all, he also enjoyed the lovely colors of flowers and plants, but he found bugs quite vital for the “perfect spring.” In fact, now, Lucas is outside with a magnifying glass, he was analyzing a group of butterflies in the garden of his wife, Rosa. Lucas' main attention was on the wings, the variety of color and pattern of the wings attracted Lucas’ curious eyes like a magnet. In his head, he’s lost in his thoughts, thinking of the possible other variety. Soon his thoughts interrupted hearing a soft female voice from inside the cottage, “Lucas? Where have you gone?” Hearing this certain female voice brought a smile to Lucas’ face, he stopped and stood up, “I’m coming my love. "He said. Lucas still held on to his newly written notes and magnifying glass as he casually walked inside. The moment Lucas walked in, he was suddenly hit with the kitchen; he fell in awe seeing his wife in the kitchen with her favorite cherry-patterned apron. Lucas stood there memorizing her long dark black hair, bronze-like skin with dark blue eyes. He was so busy appreciating his love appearance, he did not notice the aroma of his favorite chicken soup was in the air. It was until he heard that voice calling his name he finally noticed. “Lucas...Lucas...LUCAS!?,” Lucas finally snapped out of it. he then blinked and at once respond to her with a question, “Is that chicken soup?” he asked hoping that she forgot he spaced out. Rosa slightly laughs, she was not dumb and knew what Lucas was doing, “of course, that’s why I called you,” she points out. Lucas took a seat down on one of the chairs near the take, he looked down at his notes while Rosa cooked.