Hurricane by The Thorne.
A sequel to We Intertwined.
This story can stand alone.
Send out the morning birds to sing of the damage.
Spring was always a beautiful season. A breath of new life filled the lungs of even the most sorrowful person. The scent of fresh flowers and pollen filled the air. Although a few would regrettably have to deal with their allergies it did not take away from the happiness sowed by the restored life surrounding them. It was in the midst of these in which she thrived. This young woman was striking with features in faithful symmetric harmony. She had wide almond framed eyes and plush lips that bloomed over her pearly white teeth. The hazel of her eyes looked darker when surrounded by the heavy lashes which stretched towards the sun. Her nose stood on her face in harmony with her delicate features. The pigment of her lips seemed like a light rose dropped in fresh milk against her skin. Soft brown hair sprouted from her head and was confined to a ponytail which ended at her waist.
"Why can't I?" she whispered in frustration as her smile faded to a pout. She could feel the beginning of a letter starting to form on the crown of her tongue, but it was lost when ever it seemed to be getting clearer. She sighed as she threw herself back into the soft grass covered ground behind her. A slight thump sounded as she did so. This field was well kept. A large pond sat at the very bottom and flowers surrounded the area. Each of them were different types of blooms but all shared a sweet scent. A scent that seemed to thicken as she stayed there. Again a smile captured her lips as her thoughts wandered to her dreams.
"It couldn't be too hard to fill a small shop with flowers and pastries." she giggled to herself with excitement while stretching her arms to the sun to feel it's warmth in her palms. She could feel a vibration in her worn denim capris and although trying to ignore it the first three vibrations, she gave up her solace.
"Hello?" she answered in a friendly voice although still annoyed that it would interrupt her dreaming.
"Rin, I told you to be home an hour ago." came the shrill voice of her stepmother. Rin held the phone far from her ear after hearing that and quickly hung up. She release a cry of frustration and picked up her canvas handbag. She threw the cellphone in while mumbling brief sentences of profanity. Light stomps were absorbed by the ground as she walked further down to her bike. She mounted sloppily while throwing her bag in a small basket in front of the handle bars. Her breathing quickened as she began to petal the half a mile that led to her house.