morninggift
Her husband had never been particularly prosperous - however, she had thought they were contented, as contented as they could be. The mill was not running at a loss, though the other Master's looked on them with disdain as if they should be more wealthy, bleeding the workers dry and taking every last penny they could so they could only pay a paltry sum to the men, women and children who worked there.
I had never been wanted my entire life. My existence was invalid, no-one had ever tried to tell me otherwise. Such was our life here, up in the highlands, the mountains. If you were not strong, not what you were supposed to be, then you were nothing. I had always believed that I was nothing like they had always told me - until you.
The bus smelt like feet and body odor and I couldn't help thinking that that someone like you with eyes like starlight and hair like a dark wave belonged anywhere near here. Actually, you really didn't belong anywhere near me either, with my dreadlocks and stained fingers, all the beauty that I might of had disappeared over the years of not giving a damn about anything or anyone.
I love the smell of mint. It reminds me of happier days in the garden by my little stone cottage, where we used to grow herbs together, laugh and talk. Of course, things have changed so much now, everything just seems so complicated. I never wanted it to be this way, but now the smell of mint wafting in the breeze makes me wish that things had stayed the same, when things were happy and I was complete.
He set flame to my heart like a torch, burning brightly and illuminating the darkness within. Somehow it seemed like he was meant to bring me into the light, to show me the way out of my self-imposed solitude. I had hoped that I could at least have tried to trust him to do so, but I was wrong.