Once upon a time there was a garden. A garden tucked within a warmly shaded forest, but not so shaded that the sun couldn’t glance through the woven branches. And within this garden, was a bridge. The bridge was stone, ancient, but clung so sturdily to either side of the embankment that it seemed immoveable, all the more reinforced by the vines that swallowed it. A girl visited the bridge each day, partly to dangle her feet over the misty water, and partly to tend to the flowers that dotted the forest ground. Though, no matter how she scoured, no matter the days spent searching, she could not find a single violet plant-being. A common clear day spent with feet in the pond, fingers etching along the worn stone, she heard a snap of a twig and her ears perked at the sound as her head followed suit. There stood a boy, whose face a smile crept through unknowingly, as he saw the girl’s alertness focus on his face. His hands were folded, as if he held a small bird, and as they slowly broke she saw a tiny violet flower.
this may or may not be a hundred percent reality… i just maybe felt like writing