Shahzahra Hasnain
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Smeraldo Flower
I’ve always been unappealing to others and to my own family. I am afraid to show people the real me, that’s why I hide myself away in my castle. My own family made me an outcast and left me with this disgusted feeling inside me that’s been haunting ever since. The only thing that has given me some joy in my life are the flowers that I plant in my garden. Flowers are the dazzling beauty which shine and shimmer intensely unlike me. The flower that I had planted was a light colour blue and had delicate petals that resembled the beautiful sky. For me, it became a symbol of hope and happiness. I would often like to sit and stare at it, imagining a life full of joy and hope in my dark life. Their beauty gives me a sense of delight in my life that I do have something to cherish in my miserable life. At some point in time, I saw a girl sneaking in my garden to steal my flowers. I was enraged that someone had the audacity to run off with my precious flowers, so I decided to see if she would come again. After that I would wait for her to come every day, to steal a glimpse of her angelic beauty. Therefore, I decided to follow her into the town to see what she does to my flowers. I was astonished that she was selling those flowers to feed herself and her family. I had waned to help her desperate situation but I don’t think she would like my ugly face. So, I was determined to grow a special flower by the name of Smeraldo which would aid in her selling. Finally, I grew that flower and filled my garden with it, hoping for her to come but she never did. I waited desperately for her every night. Every night was an agony waiting for her, I thought something must’ve happened to her so I went to town and asked for her. The towns people told me that she had died. I couldn’t fathom the fact that she had passed away. I shouldn’t have been afraid what people would’ve thought of me or what she would’ve thought of me, after all this time I just wanted her and I will always want her, but my fear got the best of me. I am plagued by regret and sorrow. I still want you, if I had just the courage to tell you at the right time, then would everything be different?
By Shahzahra Hasnainabout a year ago in Fiction