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- Author: Emmy Adamea
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MATILDA, AUGUST 31ST, 2022
The rain felt like the sky was crying with me, crying about a soul that
shouldn’t have left this soon.
The ground was icy under my bare feet, and I was sure I would
catch a cold, but I couldn’t care less. Since the red dye that came out of my
hair from the rain will dye it an ugly pink color, I’d probably have to throw
away my white shirt. I’d always liked coloring my hair; I just never liked
the mess it caused. Whether it was during the process or afterward.
“Over and over again, Olivia tells me to stop dying my hair, but I
always tell her it was fun to see which shades helped me look less like a
zombie. Besides, it’s one of the few things that makes me feel alive these
days. It’s just little streaks; I didn’t dye my entire head,” I explain to the
gravestone in front of me.
In the last few years, I’ve learned it helps to act like she still listens to
me, as if she still sat in front of me.
“You would like it; you always loved fancy stuff. Tiny things that aren’t
normal to others. That’s why I started, you know? I tried blue and then
green, but nothing screamed me. Kayden bought me a dark red shade that fit
my maroon lipstick; it was so perfect.” I smile to myself as I tell her the
story of what happened four months ago. I always have so much to say that
I forget some important details. Most of the time, I get distracted by talking
about our memories and the ones we wouldn’t have a chance to ever
recreate.
“He even helped me dye it. I know, shocking! Grumpy Kayden Kidd
could dye hair better than a hairstylist. Honestly, he should overthink his
future career,” I chuckled quietly. Sometimes it feels like I’m going crazy. I
wrap a streak around my fingers and let the rain color my hand pink too.
I swallowed and looked back up at the marble gravestone.
JOYELLE AVRIL †
May 21 _ May 17
1983 2013
beloved mother
and wife
Forever loved and never forgotten ❀
“We all miss you, Mom. I wish you could see Remy hanging out with
the new friends he made at school. I’ll make sure they are all very nice to
him, I promise. He also tried broccoli for the first time in years yesterday,
and he actually liked it. I’m going to make the broccoli pasta you always
made for him tomorrow.”
I think I never really learned how to overcome my grief. It’s been nine
years since my mother’s accident that cost her life, and I still walk an entire
hour to the cemetery every second day, just so I can spend some time with
her. It was Sunday, and I should have been at church with my father and
brother, but I had told Dad I wasn’t feeling well just so I could come here.
I was about to turn seventeen the following week, and I didn’t want to
get older without her
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