Prologue
Prologue
Catwell valley was a small town in the suburbs but if you go to the edge of town you will find a small cottage with a beautiful flower garden, there lived a very independent young woman who goes by the name of Esmeray Green. Esmeray is a 15-year-old girl, with long brown hair that was often pulled back in braids or pigtails, she has freckles that cover her face and large round glasses. Esmeray lived alone in her cottage for her mother and father had died a few years back, and her grandmother was in an old person's home in town. Esmeray had to raise herself but at least she wasn't completely alone, she had her best friend Adrien Bloom who lived just across the creek. Esmeray and Adrien have been friends since 8 years old when Esmeray would sit in the middle of the field and sing songs that she wrote.
"They say I'm too young that I'm not old enough to know heartbreak but I'ma let you in on a secret..." That was Adrien's favorite song that Esmeray had written, he related to it because ever since he had known Esmeray he had been living a heartbreak. Adrien was a poet and every poem since the day he met Esmeray, was about how he was in love with her.
"My thoughts are like my love for you, uncontrollable" "Love is like a lion when you try to tame it you get bit"
My personal favorite "I am jealous of the sun for it can kiss your skin in ways only I can dream of"
But for Esmeray, it was a different story. Yes, she wrote songs about Adrien but they weren't about being in love but more about loving him.
"A heart can break but you put it back together . . ." "Never thought that I could love but you, my friend have made my dreams come true".
You can see they thought differently of each other. But they were on the same page with there feelings now. But sometimes Esmeray would catch Adrien staring at her but shrugged it off. Esmeray and Adrien would always explore; they would pack a picnic and walk down the paths that would lead into the woods or sometimes make their own path. One day they found a dead willow tree on a hill, this became the spot they would go to write and sing. The view was their muse, for Esmeray the view was the sunset, the river below, and the animals that would join her. But for Adrien, his muse was Esmeray, how beautiful she looked with the flowers around her, the sunset behind her, and how she concentrated on her writing. Esmeray and Adrien would sit under the dead willow tree for hours, they would read to each other, sing, dance, and just lay there. There are many nights they would fall asleep there together listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the long arms of branches hanging down. The hum of each other’s hearts and the warmth of their bodies lulling them into a deep slumber.
