deargabriellamarie
his heart needed reconstruction. a lot of it, really. however, she knew that with effort and some love, all of his scars would heal and he would no longer be a withered dandelion in a field of daisies -- he'd make the loveliest rose of all.
she was not timid.
standing in front of the courtroom, she spoke her mind with a voice that demanded attention, one that captivated him.
he watches from the jury, his eyes narrowing.
she wasn't the one he was looking for.
a shame.