Okay, I feel as though I need to explain myself: I'm not going to write along with the original story plot. So events that have happened, well, I'm just going to write them differently for two reasons, 1. Because I can. 2. Yolo. I hope you like it
"You love me, you love me not... You love me, you love me not..." Natara sighed, as the flower petals fell before her on to the soft carpet. "You love me, you love me not." She stopped slowly removing the petals, and put down the flower on her bed. It was no use doing this over and over again. She knew the answer she would get. Even so, it still didn't change the way she felt. She knew she would never know the true answer, the answer beyond plucking petals, but the answer from the man himself which will always be a mystery to her.
She looked up and saw herself in the mirror. Her hair was tangled, and black tear streaks stained her olive coloured skin. She went back to the flowers she was pulling the petals from. The sweet smell of roses filled the air around her, yet, the smell was associated with memories, and hope of something different from the reality luck has guided her to. Natara walked across her room and turned on her radio, in the hope of trying to drown out the sadness. It was constant static for about two minutes and then she found a station. An ever happy presenter was talking
"And here goes a shout out to Marvin and Anna, celebrating their ten years together. Wow, ten years that's a-" She quickly turned the radio back to static, feeling even worse than before. She loved him so much, but he would never know. The tears started streaming down her face, and she sat back down on the bed. She laid down, the roses next to her, and she carried on crying.
After a while she stopped, her eyes and nose red, her mascara probably half way down her face She sat up and looked in the mirror, wiping away the dark streaks. She stayed silent for a while, her mind trapped in memories. The only sound was the gentle hum of the air conditioner, and the low pitched buzz of the statics. Natara woke up from her day dream, and walked out of her room, and on to the fire escape. The wind blew her brunette hair behind her, and the sound of cars from the city below were loud. She leaned forwards on the railings. "You love me, you love me not... You love me, you love me not." She sighed "I love you, but I'll never know the answer." She muttered, looking behind herself at the urn filled with ashes behind herself. She looked back off the fire escape, wanting to stay in her memories, forever.
