Among the Beasts & Briars
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“I would miss you,” I interrupted.
She pushed her palm against one of her eyes to wipe away the coming tears. “We wouldn’t have met.”
“Then there would be a hole where you should have been, and I would miss whatever was supposed to fill it.”
It would almost be poetic if it weren’t so depressing.
“... I was basically a corpse puppet until you stuck these in me.” He wiggled his shoulder covered in flowers. “Now I’m a walking terrarium!”
“You aren’t like the Aloriyans I imagined. You trekked among the beasts and briars, and the deep heart led you all the way to Voryn.”
“... I’m with you, Daisy. To the very end. I go wherever you go, because when I’m with you, I forget I don’t want to be human.”
I didn’t want the moment to end, because at that moment, I didn’t feel like a girl who lived inside a walled garden.
There were no walls here.
I already wanted to scrape my skin off; I couldn’t imagine living in this body until I died.
I didn’t have a tail. It was a tragedy.
And while it would be nice to dance with someone, to make a home with someone, my home was this garden, my house its walls. I’d known it all my life—what else could I want? And besides, how many people out there could love a girl with dirt underneath her fingernails?
There were no stories of gardeners’ daughters. Or bakers’ daughters. Or blacksmiths’. We did not bloom where our roots did not grow. So I accepted that I would disappear into history just like every other gardener’s, baker’s, blacksmith’s, or merchant’s daughter.
And I would never be asked to dance.