When I slowly opened my eyes this morning the first thing I saw might just be the most beautiful sight ever. Chloè in her long white nightgown, sitting in the window smoking a pink cigarette. The wind played with her hair and her lips had the colour of plum wine. I didn't want her to know that I was awake, didn't want to ruin the moment. After ten deep breaths her eyes met mine. A smile spread across a her face and inside of me, then she said the strangest thing
Belle if you were a man, I'd hate you
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i've never seen pink cigarettes before.
This is bizarrely surreal yet wonderful.
I've been contemplating the last line for quite a while, it has so many implications...
I think the most beautiful moment is to see somebody sitting in the window quietly, and the wind playing her hair.
I enjoy the quiet moments like this very much.
Moments like that are always what you remember.
Beautifully strange.
What Chloe makes no sense, but all the sense in the world.
Absolutely stunning piece, bravo Belle :)
You write so vividly.
it's kind of calming in a sense.
I love it.
The beauty of your writing never ceases to amaze me. It's elegant and classy in a way that few modern writers are capable of producing.
Thank you for sharing your talent with the world.
pink cigarettes must be gorgeous :)))
have a fab week, darling.
xoxo
lovely, as always. sounds as if chloe might be getting better? hope so!
Just like a dream x
Thank you ffor writing this
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