Tender Rose
Prologue
Sitting and watching the scenery outside from his mother's penthouse he couldn't help but stare at it in awe. The many busy Salemites running about the streets to shop, to eat, or to find some source of entertainment the small area had to offer.
'How I missed it so,' he thought to himself smiling. Turning his attention to the left where there was a small little garden he studied the contents of the types of flowers in it. Although all were majestic in it's essence nothing stood more out than the single red rose. Sure there other roses but they were pink, yellow, and white. Yet there stood one red rose out the whole bunch of the others.
Tall and with plenty of thorns on it's deep green stem of slender build. Something of it's beauty should be photographed. It would display it's own imagery. Tell it's own story. And never be disoriented by causes outside of it's boundary.
Reaching to touch the tender rose he was stopped by the sudden entrance of someone. Stopping his grasping hand from making contact he brought his hand back slowly and dug into his pockets. Feeling guilty for ever thinking it would be okay to touch the, the…it was beyond the description of words to describe. Incredibly delectable if it could his wildest desire to have as a last meal. On his death bed in his last hour of breathing he would ask, "May I have the tender rose?" he thought. Laughing lightly at his incentive mind he wondered who it had been staring without a greeting for the whole time. Turning steadily he was bone rushed by the young girl.
"I'm glad to see you too," he laughed out as he spun her around in his arms. "Wow you've gotten so big and whew your not the little girl I remember" he said to her.
"I can't believe your finally here. After all this time and your time away from home your finally back. Promise me you'll never leave again, okay?" she insisted.
"Yeah, sure Belle just promise me you won't sneak up on me again"
"Scouts honor" Belle declared saluting him with the sign.
Shaking his head on how she did it so wrong. And laughing at the fact he knew she was never a girl scout made him curious as to what happened to his little sister all this time he had been away. Snapping him out of his wonder had her beginning of bantering. She sure did know how to talk fast and quite a lot. That he could remember about little Belle.
"…And my best friend Chloe is here. I'd really like you two to meet since your both visual people. I still can't believe you back," she said once again as she reached to hug him once more then grabbed him by the hand and rushed him into the penthouse.
Walking back into the living room he was stopped by the figure in which he could only assume was Belle' best friend, Chloe. She was tall, slender, and when he saw her turn around she could be noted as being 'Incredibly delectable'. Her hair extended far and dark. As deep in brown as the stem had been deep in green. Then that's when she turned around for his eyes to see her more clearly. Astounded he realized the tender rose had been created from the figment of what this girl stood for. In a world of people she stood out like it had done in the bedding of other flowers.
'How can one be so beautiful and within reach' he thought. Reaching to grasp her hand like with the flower he was warmly satisfied with her reaching out as well. She smiled to him which caused him to become fluttery inside. Running his other hand in his head they began to shake as he said, "Hey."
"Hi, you must be Belle's older brother? I'm Chloe" she said politely. Her voice was enriched with mystery and her words could almost sing out from her cherry lips.
Belle looked to him as she noticed he never said anything to her. Elbowing him in his sides she saw that it became useless for him to even tell Chloe what his name was. Sighing deeply from being frustrated. "Chloe this is my older half brother, Eric, Eric this is Chloe, my best friend who HAS ears and probably needs her hands back now!"
Looking down their hands were still intertwined and as he let go he felt her do so as well. It was the saddest thing to witness but it had to be like that. Couldn't hold onto things forever, that he was sure of. He never could hold onto Jenny as long either…..
TBC…..
Prologue
Sitting and watching the scenery outside from his mother's penthouse he couldn't help but stare at it in awe. The many busy Salemites running about the streets to shop, to eat, or to find some source of entertainment the small area had to offer.
'How I missed it so,' he thought to himself smiling. Turning his attention to the left where there was a small little garden he studied the contents of the types of flowers in it. Although all were majestic in it's essence nothing stood more out than the single red rose. Sure there other roses but they were pink, yellow, and white. Yet there stood one red rose out the whole bunch of the others.
Tall and with plenty of thorns on it's deep green stem of slender build. Something of it's beauty should be photographed. It would display it's own imagery. Tell it's own story. And never be disoriented by causes outside of it's boundary.
Reaching to touch the tender rose he was stopped by the sudden entrance of someone. Stopping his grasping hand from making contact he brought his hand back slowly and dug into his pockets. Feeling guilty for ever thinking it would be okay to touch the, the…it was beyond the description of words to describe. Incredibly delectable if it could his wildest desire to have as a last meal. On his death bed in his last hour of breathing he would ask, "May I have the tender rose?" he thought. Laughing lightly at his incentive mind he wondered who it had been staring without a greeting for the whole time. Turning steadily he was bone rushed by the young girl.
"I'm glad to see you too," he laughed out as he spun her around in his arms. "Wow you've gotten so big and whew your not the little girl I remember" he said to her.
"I can't believe your finally here. After all this time and your time away from home your finally back. Promise me you'll never leave again, okay?" she insisted.
"Yeah, sure Belle just promise me you won't sneak up on me again"
"Scouts honor" Belle declared saluting him with the sign.
Shaking his head on how she did it so wrong. And laughing at the fact he knew she was never a girl scout made him curious as to what happened to his little sister all this time he had been away. Snapping him out of his wonder had her beginning of bantering. She sure did know how to talk fast and quite a lot. That he could remember about little Belle.
"…And my best friend Chloe is here. I'd really like you two to meet since your both visual people. I still can't believe you back," she said once again as she reached to hug him once more then grabbed him by the hand and rushed him into the penthouse.
Walking back into the living room he was stopped by the figure in which he could only assume was Belle' best friend, Chloe. She was tall, slender, and when he saw her turn around she could be noted as being 'Incredibly delectable'. Her hair extended far and dark. As deep in brown as the stem had been deep in green. Then that's when she turned around for his eyes to see her more clearly. Astounded he realized the tender rose had been created from the figment of what this girl stood for. In a world of people she stood out like it had done in the bedding of other flowers.
'How can one be so beautiful and within reach' he thought. Reaching to grasp her hand like with the flower he was warmly satisfied with her reaching out as well. She smiled to him which caused him to become fluttery inside. Running his other hand in his head they began to shake as he said, "Hey."
"Hi, you must be Belle's older brother? I'm Chloe" she said politely. Her voice was enriched with mystery and her words could almost sing out from her cherry lips.
Belle looked to him as she noticed he never said anything to her. Elbowing him in his sides she saw that it became useless for him to even tell Chloe what his name was. Sighing deeply from being frustrated. "Chloe this is my older half brother, Eric, Eric this is Chloe, my best friend who HAS ears and probably needs her hands back now!"
Looking down their hands were still intertwined and as he let go he felt her do so as well. It was the saddest thing to witness but it had to be like that. Couldn't hold onto things forever, that he was sure of. He never could hold onto Jenny as long either…..
TBC…..
