Steps.
Twisted Love Stories
One Shot
Something I put together for an English assignment. Stupid word limitations…
Roses, lilies or tulips? Roses seemed so cliché, too romantic, too mainstream. Not like them at all. Tulips would have been fine had it been any other occasion. Lilies then? There are so many. Arum and Calla. Red streaked with yellow, like a marble painting, mixed with white. He had expressed a certain fondness for them when his love, his fiancé, had burst into the drawing room with a beaming smile and a sample in tow.
With the entire bouquet assembled in her hands resting in front of her chest, her auburn hair springing with each step she took, framing her pretty face, making it seem as if it flowed directly into the flowers, her stunning white dress flowing behind her, he couldn't help but fall in love with her all over again. Of course there was no father to walk her down the aisle but she had been preparing for that since she was ten. That didn't mean there were no tears, no nights spent simply lying with the man she loved more than anything and thinking, what if.
What if her father had never been killed? It was quite possible that she would have never sought his profession. And if she never followed in her father's footsteps then it is quite possible that she would have never met such an extraordinary man. If she never met him, her love, where would she be right now? Pushing papers in a newsagency for all they knew.
She hated to admit this to herself, it seemed selfish, but her father's death was the best thing that ever happened to her. Mentally, it had prepared her for the turmoil she would face in later years. If she had not experienced such grief at such an early age, she would never had been prepared for the emotional onslaught of seeing Hannibal Lecter behind the thick layer of plexiglass, greeting her as if it were just any other day at the local country club.
There was no clicking of cheap heels now as she took her giddy steps down the aisle; he had made sure of that.
'Only the best for my love.' he would say.
And every time, without fail she would reply with, 'And that is why I have you.'
It was not love at first sight though many people will tell you otherwise. There were sparks, yes but no flames. In fact, it was upon second glance that the two ignited. A raging fire like nothing the world has ever seen. Their burning hearts could destroy any force brave enough to stand in their way and re-build anything that was to crumble.
Her auburn mane, arum and calla.
There was no family, no friends but they had no need of such things. Everything they could ever possibly need would always be with them, no matter the circumstances.
To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.