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We sat in a meadow, and admired flowers together.  He sat right there, next to me, and relaxed his hand on top of mine.  It was a Saturday, and there wasn’t a single worry in our minds.  It was just us, the air, and the flowers that decorated this memory divinely.  A breeze picked up, and the scent of dew and lavender caressed our noses.  We both slowly inhaled the aroma, and we bonded.  That’s what we always did in that meadow.  We did everything there.  He and I laughed at each other’s jokes, blew off steam, held serious discussions, and even watered the grass beneath us with tears.  It didn’t matter the mood, though.  No matter how we felt, we had each other.  Everything we said or did in that meadow was peaceful.  We were young, and unable to love.  But we were able to feel fondness for each other, and it was the purest form of any feeling I’d ever experience.  Nothing is simpler than being fond of one another, and nothing sweeter.  Something just as sweet, though, is an escape.  Our meadow was our one and only escape, and our only opportunity to be peaceful.  It was our only opportunity to be united; fully, wholeheartedly united.  As I looked over to him, into his eyes, we both shared the same thoughts. We wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.
After sitting for an hour or two, we stood, and started walking.  We didn’t have a predetermined destination.  We never did.  It was lovely to walk slowly through this field of flowers, and linger in the moment.  I could never tire of such a feeling.  He squeezed my hand, and smiled at me.
“Catherine, have you ever looked at these flowers?”  He asked me.  I looked past the dirt path we walked on, and nodded.
“Of course I have.”
“Not just looked at them, though.”  He added, and pointed at a small, fragile, yellow flower.  “Have you ever stared at each petal, admired every imperfection?  Look at this one, for instance.”  He plucked the yellow flower from the ground.  “You see the hint of orange that bleeds through the tips?  And how about slit in the stem, here?  It’s such a beautiful flower, and its flaws make it greater.”
I smiled.  “I never paid that kind of attention.” I admitted.  He handed the flower to me, and I took it as we began walking again.  For the rest of our walk, the rest of our time in the meadow, I held the flower at my side, gently brushing my finger over the slit in the stem.  There wasn’t a single flower in this meadow like it, and it rests completely vulnerable in my hand.  That evening, I took it home with me, and hung it –upside down – on my wall.   So, when it died, I could admire its lively qualities forever.  And I’ll never – ever – throw it away. After all, who could throw away beauty this imperfect?</b>

We had scheduled to meet at the meadow again the next day.
We usually met right on time.  But, I got so excited, I arrived early.  Not that I minded.  I was able to sit there, and enjoy not only my own company, but the flowers’, as well.  While I waited, I looked over the hill I sat on the top of, and grinned at the colors that rested sleepily upon the grassy plains below me.  Pinks, oranges, yellows, and whites warmed up my mood with their presence, and I remembered what he had said.  Have you ever stared at each petal, admired each imperfection?  Remembering how beautiful the flower he had given me yesterday was, I wanted to find more.  I wanted to find more imperfections, more beauty, and more enlightenment from these gentle characters.  I stood, and wandered around the top of the hill.  I decided I would find a special flower to give him.  As I looked, I saw many pretty poppies, and marigolds.  I saw uncountable amounts of warm colors.  But they all blended in as one; they created one whole.  I wanted to find one individual flower to give him, one that couldn’t compare with the rest.  And when I gave it to him, he’d kiss my cheek, and we’d go on another one of our famous walks, and talk about our favorite foods, and the sun that came out today.  I wanted to find a flower as special as him.
The search grew longer.  The minutes were fading, and my hope left with them, one by one.  Not a single flower stood out to me, and he would be here, soon.  I sighed, and sat down lazily.  Just as I was about to forget I even tried, a pale blue caught the corner of my eye.  I turned to see what it was, and I gasped as my eyes widened with victory.  There it was.  Right in front of me stood a pansy.  It was pale blue along the edges, and a midnight blue around the center of the four large petals.  Yellow nestled itself into the baby blue in the bottom petal.  The stem was lanky, but it showed off its colors more confidently than any human could muster.  This was it.  This was the flower for him.  There wasn’t a single one like it throughout this entire field, and I was lucky enough to spot it.  All thanks to him, and his wise, precious words.  I heard footsteps approaching behind me.  Quickly, I plucked the pansy from the ground, and hid it behind my back.  He came up to me, and kissed my forehead.  I smiled at him, brighter than ever.
“What’s gotten into you?”  He asked, returning my grin.  “You look like you’re keeping a secret, or something.”
“Not for long.” I murmured, and presented the flower to him in my open palm.  He stared at it silently.  He didn’t make a single peep.  He didn’t crack a smile, nor did his eyes light up.  He just stared.  “Something wrong?”
“Where did you get that?”  He asked, puzzled.  “There aren’t any kind of blue flowers, here.”  He continued to study the pansy.
I pointed at the ground a few feet away.  “It was right there!  I didn’t know there were any blue ones here, either.”  I paused.  “That must make it especially beautiful, right?”
“Mmm, I suppose.”  He muttered under his breath, staring at the pansy he now held.  “I don’t know how it got here, though.  Blue flowers don’t grow here, you know that.”
I rolled my eyes.  “It’s still especially pretty, I think.”
“Being misplaced doesn’t make you any more or less beautiful, Catherine.  It just makes you…”  He scratched his head, trying to think of a proper word.  “Misplacement means you don’t belong.”  With that, he dropped the blue pansy, and watched the delicate flower guide itself safely to the ground.  “It never belonged here.”
“How can you be so bitter?” I snapped.  “That flower grew here over time, just like the rest of them.  Maybe not intentionally, but it still deserves the same nurturing you gave that yellow flower yesterday.”  I shook my head at him.
“Cat, I don’t want a flower that stunts the warm vibe of this meadow.”  He came closer to me, and touched my face.  “I want yellows, and reds to coat my day with comfort.  Blue flowers are cold, and lifeless.  They breathe like the rest, but they don’t know how to thrive.  They’ve been born a depressing color, and that’s all they know.  Understand?”  I nodded at him.  Even though I knew he was speaking figuratively, as he always did, my mind revolved around that flower he dropped on the ground.  I watched lay there between him and me.   “Let’s go, Dear.”  Unintentionally, he stepped on the blue pansy as he headed towards the dirt path.  When he wasn’t looking, I picked it up, and slipped the broken flower into my pocket, which I planned to flatten in a book when I got home.  Even though I smiled for the rest of the day, even though I still laughed, I wasn’t happy.  That was the first time I ever saw him so unaccepting of something.  I’ve never seen him so narrow about something, either.  I eventually shook it off, but I knew I’d never forget that bitter look on his face, staring frankly as that flower fell from his turned palm.  I’d never forget that tone of voice that proved he didn’t accept the flower.  I’d never forget it, as it was his first time he made negative judgment.
And, little did I know, it wouldn’t be the last.</b>
This story is about a girl, Catherine, who is asexual. This story is untitled as of right now, but the story will basically revolve around her journey to discovering her asexuality, and then fighting the social and emotional battles that come with it. The prologue has nothing to do with that journey quite yet, but instead is a bit of background to get you familiar with the two characters introduced in the first chapter.

I hope you like it, and please do tell me what you think.
Thanks for reading.
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92KICKSTART's avatar
wow! you made the beginning so happy and made the relationship feel real and describe emotions i have felt before in an early relationship. Towards the end the guy did something out of context is not evil but compared to how light the beginning was when he judged the flower for being different and let it fall destroyed me as much as it did for Catherine!! great job =)