Sunset was when Alessa felt most alive. What was hidden in the dark always came to the light but until then it was hidden. Alessa had been told she was headstrong and difficult but her mother had believed that she had what it took inside of her to be something or nothing.
She was something.
Getting out of bed and looking down at Eliza, Alessa felt like her heart was swelling with emotion. She had waited so long to be with her and now they were together.
She loved her so much.
Alessa walked over to her dresser.
The one she kept locked.
On her knees, naked, she opened the tiny gold box that was in the bottom drawer. The picture of her mother against the black velvet inside always made her cry and her origin story was even worse.
Her real origin story, but she did not want anyone to feel sorry for her. The important part was she was an artist. That was her blood.
Alessa closed the box, and sat back on her heels. She locked the drawer and placed the fancy key under the dresser where she kept it in plain sight.
Alessa stood up and wrapped her arms about her. Eliza was looking at her. She wondered how long she had been looking at her? Did she see the gold box? Maybe she would have to move it to the other dresser. That was something she risked any time she opened that drawer while someone was sleeping over.
Leon knew the entire story, He knew everything, only because he saw her with the box and she had not been in the mood to make up another origin story.
“Come back to bed,” Eliza said and she did. Her mind raced faster than the speed of light, in time with her heart.
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Lovely flash Leonora – the love she feels shines thru
May xx
Now I am curious about her real origin story too!
~ Marie xox