[x]Lady of the Flowers[x] ♥ 1

Startled… she woke from her dream. Panting her hands went to her back, she felt around for the stunning golden wings, but none where there, only the thin material of her light nightie. Sinking back to the lush pillows she lifted her head and pushed the long golden locks of hair out from beneath her, splaying it across the pillows. Another dream, she was an Angel, a beautiful one. But she always died, and could never see the face of the man she always kissed. 1

Sighing she turned her eyes from the high, architecture ceiling and looked out the large open windows to her stone balcony. The night time sky was clear of clouds, and she could see right out over the ocean, stars reflecting their sparkling faces in the waters still surface, the moon a large pearl rippling lightly in a small breeze. Sliding from beneath the light sheets covering her delicate frame, she stepped out onto the balcony.2

The oceans breeze wafting up was sweet and salty, closer now to the water she could hear the entrancing sound of waves crashing against the bluffs edge below. This mansion was famous for its elegant architecture, and breath taking views from the ten different balconies situated on the ocean side of the mansion. But it wasn’t just the view that made this place famous, no. It was also a sad memory to her, which bought people from all over the world to see the plummeting drop from the top to the bottom of the bluff.3

The drop that had claimed her mothers manic life of depression and insanity as she struggled to work out who she was, the only reason the woman had lived so long, with such a luxurious lifestyle inside the mansion, was because of her child that now looked down the plummet her mother had taken. Word had gone around for a long time, through the village behind the mansion, that, her mother had believed she was Angel and jumped from the balcony in belief she could fly.4

Standing there, she jumped back in fright when she saw someone staring up at her with a hallowed out, stressed face, before falling backwards from the bluff. It had been her mother, with a bright smile on her face and her arms held out like supporting wings. Tears running down her cheeks, she stepped away from balcony. This was too confusing she thought. Had her mother had the same dreams she was having? 5

‘Miss Haruka?’ Taragoshi was standing in the doorway to her bedroom, still dressed neatly in a dark suit, white hair trimmed to a neat olden style fashion. ‘Is something the matter?’ Walking in he stood by her side a sad look darkening his face, looking down at the bluffs raging bottom of jagged rocks and white capped crashing waves. He had loved her mother the most, raised her like a daughter as he was herself. 6

‘Just another dream Tara-san.’ Sighing she looked where his eyes were downcast too, the white caps breaking beat after beat. ‘Did she dream?’7

‘Your mother?’8

‘Yes, the town’s people say she was crazy, that she thought she was an Angel. Taragoshi, did she really think she was Angel?’ 9

‘Atsumi your mother was a troubled woman, she had some tough struggles to make it through, and in the end she was always an Angel. Just like yourself.’ Taragoshi walked away, hands clasped politely behind his back as he turned and bowed, taking his leave from the bedroom. 10

Just like him Atsumi thought, cryptic even when she was desperate for answers. Leaving the double door glass windows open, she moved back into her lounge room size bedroom. There was a lush overstuffed window bed at one side, a pure white dressing table in another, and a large walk in wardrobes at two places in the walls. The ceiling was high with decorations carved into the cornices, a brilliant chandelier hanging from the centre of the room, supplying the golden light, along with more then twenty candles lit at different intervals where they hung from the wall. Her room was her favourite place to be, she enjoyed it very much in there, especially when it was this late at night, or early in the morning when she could sit by her window and watch the sun rise golden over the waters edge. 11

Sitting on the window bed Atsumi looked out on the water, as her eyes dropped shut slowly, blurring the oceans calm tranquillity, she felt the wind brush against her face as she soared through the high clouds above the town, looking down at small children playing in the streets as mothers kicked their lunches in the kitchen. Flying down lower Atsumi smiled when she spotted her mansion, Taragoshi standing at the entrance greeting guests in many coloured dresses and black tuxedo’s for a grand party. Atsumi was going to be late if she didn’t get home soon. 12

Landing on her balcony, Atsumi removed a loose feather out of place and folded her wings around her body, a single tear dripping down her cheek as sadness overcame her from nowhere. Dropping to her knees she screamed for her mother in aguish as the man appeared in front of her, holding out his hands to take hers as the balcony blew away in a collection of daisy petals as the familiar field formed around them. Atsumi fell into him, their hands clasped as she cried into his chest, raising her shining face to his mouth where their lips locked. 13

When they let each other go, Atsumi crumpled to the ground, her dress becoming loose, feathers falling from her Golden wings, turning black as they hit the dying field. 14

Looking up the mans featureless face was twisted in pain and anguish as his mouth opened and closed as he screamed for her, she could hear her name in the background being called, but she couldn’t grip what was going on as her eyes closed and the life left her body.