Gold strands that reflected the light.
Supple pink lips that formed the prettiest smile.
Her eyes crinkled at the corners when she did and his heart thundered wildly against his rib cage.
A golden rose.
That was what it was.
That was what she seemed to remind him of.
When she smiled, it seemed as though the rose bloomed.
That was what she looked like to him, he realized minutes after.
To him, she was but a sparkling golden rose.
You could call it puppy love but Elian was only thirteen when he first saw Yorel. He set his dull eyes, that had once reflected a dreary world, onto her and it was like a light had broken in and shone upon him. It was too bright and he didn't think at all. He didn't think of his own flaws, he didn't think of her flaws. Everything was perfect and the light was not too bright for him. It was the right amount of brightness in his life.
