So, my aunt asked me to write a story about daisies, and I did. I haven't sent it to her yet; I want to try to make it as good as possible. Considering that this is essentially my first draft, I don't even know if it should be sent to her at all or if I should just start from scratch. Anyway, enjoy!
“I will,” I said as I plucked another petal from the daisy.
Without a doubt, I knew that she loved me. So why weren’t we courting? Well, it was a bit more complicated than just who liked who.
Another yellow petal fluttered to the ground. We would be a cute couple, she and I; but, as I said, our situation wasn’t simple.
My favorite attribute about her was her heart, without question. She had such a beautiful heart. So, I liked her…Getting permission to date her would be easy. Her family liked me almost as much as she did.
I know of a way that we can
be together, but that’s also why I’m here: picking petals off a daisy. The problem is, that I don’t know if I should go through with it or not.
My fingers searched for another petal, but they found none. I glanced down at the flower in my hands. For a long moment, I studied its petal-less contours with a somber expression plastered on my face. Then, I dropped the daisy and tucked my hands into my pockets as if I didn’t have a care in the world, but that wasn’t true; I did have cares in this world.
“I will, tonight,” I told myself.
When everyone was asleep, even her, I would sneak into her room. By the time that she realized that I was there, she would be bound and gagged. The restraints would let me work unhindered.
I started to walk back to town, leaving the field of daisies for another day, another decision. There was a slight bounce in my step. Her hear was going to be mine. Tonight, I would take it right out of her chest. After all, her heart was what I loved about her. I would take the part that I loved, and I would leave the rest behind. Like I had said, our situation wasn’t as simple as who liked who.
Link changed to my library.