emirenaexo
I sat in the yard on my own and watched dragonflies hover around the flowers among the bees that the paused in every blossom and buried their cute little faces as far as they could go. The colors were vibrant, the sun was warm, and the sounds were soothing.
Larissa stood on the street corner in New York, frozen to the bone with rain pelting her with what felt like tiny daggers, slicing her skin and her clothes open until she was nothing but a bloody mass streaming on the sidewalk. But suddenly that all ended. She looked up in surprise at a black umbrella and then followed its handle to a slender yet masculine hand connected to a similarly slender arm connected to a man that was now standing in the rain she'd just been in. She stepped back until he was back under the cover of his own umbrella and smiled. "Thank you."