Howdie Sugarcubes! It was a long time since I write something here, it's all my pleasure to be here with y'all. I don't think that someone might recognize me as SoraGirl24 or Siyue-san (this was one of my most popular character's name), I have never written in english until now so, just if you used to read in spanish, might meet me before. I believe that this is our first meeting so, nice to meet you guys!
In this new beginning I'd be delighted and eager for reading all your reviews and suggestions. In my future writings you will see stories in english and also spanish (spanish is my first language), about anime and cartoons. Something that characterizes me is that I like to use OoC, I like to build my own personalities and new character concepts for the already created. So, you can call me Sooya and it's great to be friends!
Disclaimer! Card Captor Sakura isn't of my property, it's a CLAMP/クランプ's manga and anime, I just use their characters for entertainment purposes.
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In my garden exotic flowers begin to bloom, this is a serene space where I feel protected. I am clouded by the peace that I feel here, it is a magical place in which can I think. It is so mine, so personal that I care a lot about it, I fear. . . They will not grow.
I am terrified that these buds that appear stop their natural course, that their Sun is not enough, that the fertilizer is not to their liking, and that one day I cannot water them anymore. They are my buds and I love them.
On the trails that are naturally generated, I walk slowly, without any rush, trying to ensure each one of my sprouts get the best attention. I am not an expert, I learn in the process, I get up from my mistakes and cruelly attribute them to myself.
The days passed and I continued with my work, it was invigorating and self-reflective to live with those who have become my flowers today. In the long journey of our understanding, we discovered that we both need each other to live as we have been doing, a single mistake would complicate our lives; therefore, at this point my garden became a soul and I, a judgment.
They do not have arms or voice, but if the greatest potential that a living being can enjoy. They are smarter than one might think. In my particular case, I have a body to use, and that is my greatest treasure, but I am also vulnerable to the acts of others. In view of our weaknesses; we protect ourselves, because we appreciate the life we carry and the air we breathe.
It is a beautiful pact, it encourages me to take great steps, to be loyal to my essence, and that nothing bad could happen to my Eden:
Golden, gallant and spoiled specimens with many compliments. In their narrow bodies they carried the most beautiful curves, dancers in the wind and very careful with their diet. The most expensive mineral was not capable of giving such a brilliant glare. Their essence was strong and attractive, it causes intrigue that being so fine, their perfume is so powerful.
There were also those with a milky complexion. Mature and enigmatic, their care was not older due to their independence, they liked to behave with great adulthood, pale ladies with a clear hidden desire. Due to its exquisiteness, it is not easy to fulfill its requirements, who will be dignified of its purity?
And talking about them, the most playful ones of all, followed their sisters. Small porcelain flakes, innocent dancers from their surroundings, but in the face of their clumsiness I had to guide them to prepare them a little more for the harshness of the future.
Those were the colors that painted my feverish territory with emotions and hope.
From my restlessness came the afternoon where my little ones in their sorrow almost withered, that's when you arrived. You spent time to water each of my precious ones, and they melted by your shining presence and goodness, a relief to have this kind of miracle, but why change them? What is the reason for changing the shades of my well-structured garde? I would like to know. And as if it was not enough, you brought with you a bucket of pink ink that you dropped like subtle brush strokes on my face, that's the way it was every time.
I don't know how, much less when, but you boy with brown hair and dark eyes, you arrived without warning and made yourself master of my kingdom. You turned my erotics orchids into passionate carnations, my complicated gardenias into poppies, and without leaving behind my little columbines for sunflowers. How was it possible to reverse my entire garden? Only you knew.
Curious I followed your track looking for reasons, at least an explanation, of how your mysterious boy have walked so lightly through my meadow:
Taking care of the highest and yellow ones, the sunshines radiated distinction on you, it was like a cape specially made for you. Your attractive figure was a unique specimen to admire, I could remain observing you throughout the entire career of your chore.
You were resting on the grass lap, you fell with such grace that you motivated me to follow you, I did not know until now the ability of my grass to receive so warmly. You smiled like never before, it was contagious, you always overflowed with liveliness; However, being so close to you, in this position, I saw melancholy in your eyes . . .
Who is waiting for you there in the heights?
My body trembled at your presence, the simple fact of your assistance captivated me and left me helpless. After all, I found divine the new vibe that you gave my cosmos of feelings, with the fact that it had been your work enraptures me.
Your melancholy hurts me, just as your wholesome feeds me; therefore, in my desire for you to achieve full happiness, I will make an apple tree for you.
I looked through the most fancy of the beans, and I mixed it with another delight to create something new and special. With my own hands I dug the hole where I fertilize my gift, which with the help of the gift of life, it decide to spread out to take sin light and hydrate properly. This is how I created the most delightful delicacy.
Anxious for the day when my beloved would feast, I noticed a new presence: a girl with emeralds eyes and almond hair which dance in the air; also, she was lightly blushed. Who was this unexpected visit?
I really wanted to receive her as my friend, any relative of my darling may be well received; until she did it. She abused to taste with him my wholesome tree, without warning and with full confidence. My face couldn't look more angrier. I was broken by the fact that he gave such a level of intimacy to a viper.
Final pounch; He accused me of having originated an unnatural contraption with intentions of poisoning him. Without questioning my ideals, he ate and regurgitated me in his own way, in his disastrous and hurtful way. My love left with the virginity of my thoughts, emotions, soul and judgment, because all that was me and my flowers, he tied us to his incredible figure and then abandoned us without regret, without looking back at everything I allowed him to build, without reward my efforts with doubt. He just left. . .
My howls of anguish and panic were heard as they fled my palace, rather what it was: they made my sunflowers cloud, my poppies pale, and my carnations soaked in seas of agony, whom I did not leave behind. My calvary squawks were like sword thrusts into my stomach, my sky was falling apart like my charity before deception.
And your garden?
How looks like?