"With every step π£, every word β, With every hour β,
xxxxx I am falling π« in, To something new π, something brave β
xxxxxxxxxxTo someone I, I have never been."
β β β β β β β β β β β β β β β β β β β β β β β β β β β β β β β β
"I can't decide ΒΏ, What's wrong β, What's right β,
xxxxx Which way βΌ should I go?. β
xxxxAnne tilted her head at Jamerson when he pulled his hand back and said something about a handshake. Even after he said the word, it was clear she had no idea what it meant. Though from how it sounded, the definition she seemed to think, would be exactly as it said. A hand and she was toβ¦shake it? Thinking to herself, What would be the point of that thoughβ¦a hand to shakeβ¦he did put his hand out after introducing himself so maybe it is in his culture and that is part of the greeting? Oh dearβ¦was I rude to have not shaken said hand. Though he doesnβtβ¦seem to be upset. So perhaps it is an optional thingβ¦I wonder if I should ask more about this said handshake. Or perhaps notβ¦I will just add it to the list of things I will need to look up for my readings. With these thoughts in mind, her attention focused back on him, nodding at his question about what her race was and what she could do. A smile then coming across her face as she listened to his explanation about shapeshifting into plants and then proceeding to show her. A tiny gasp could be heard from her and her eyes shined with interest and a new found light. What he did was very interesting indeed. She had almost reached to grab his hand, but had managed to stop herself.
Though when she was allowed, she did take the small tulip from him and saw how a small scratch had appeared. Her expression grew slightly worried as she smell the tulip, it changing back to happy before worried again as she looked once again at his palm as he talked. Humming she looked back up at him. βG-greenβ¦? Cutβ¦you okay?β Again with using as little words as possible and her voice soft as she asked her question to what he stated while also making sure he was okay after giving her the tulip. She wondered if the tulip was perhaps made out of his cells, which would be interesting as well. Anne had understood what he had explained to her about him feeling pain and such and yet it being something different, but at the same time did not know much about the topic. She would need yet another book to read and study more about plants now. She was also growing even more curious about this boy, deeming that he would not harm her. At least didnβt think he would. Though she still was a bit afraid of him merely because of his gender.
As she went to leave, it seemed that he planned to follow her. She had hoped to be alone now for the more she was with someone, the more drained she got. She was an introvert after all and also not accustomed to being free. She had been a slave all her life after all. This being said, it is most likely why instead of refusing, she nodded to say that she didnβt mind. There wasnβt really much harm in it after all and to be frank though, she had no idea where she wanted to go so she would most likely wind up just following after him anyway. Well she did have an idea of wanting to go somewhere with books. But other than that, she was unsure.
Though when she was allowed, she did take the small tulip from him and saw how a small scratch had appeared. Her expression grew slightly worried as she smell the tulip, it changing back to happy before worried again as she looked once again at his palm as he talked. Humming she looked back up at him. βG-greenβ¦? Cutβ¦you okay?β Again with using as little words as possible and her voice soft as she asked her question to what he stated while also making sure he was okay after giving her the tulip. She wondered if the tulip was perhaps made out of his cells, which would be interesting as well. Anne had understood what he had explained to her about him feeling pain and such and yet it being something different, but at the same time did not know much about the topic. She would need yet another book to read and study more about plants now. She was also growing even more curious about this boy, deeming that he would not harm her. At least didnβt think he would. Though she still was a bit afraid of him merely because of his gender.
As she went to leave, it seemed that he planned to follow her. She had hoped to be alone now for the more she was with someone, the more drained she got. She was an introvert after all and also not accustomed to being free. She had been a slave all her life after all. This being said, it is most likely why instead of refusing, she nodded to say that she didnβt mind. There wasnβt really much harm in it after all and to be frank though, she had no idea where she wanted to go so she would most likely wind up just following after him anyway. Well she did have an idea of wanting to go somewhere with books. But other than that, she was unsure.
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"If only I knew what my heart β¦ was telling π£ me,
xxxxDon't know what I'm feeling α¦.
xxxxxxxxIs this just a dream π€π?"
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"If only I could read π the signs π in front of me
xxxxI could find π the way βΌ to who I'm meant to be."
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