Witchling Academy Semester Eight - Avery Song Page 0,156
the single rose of love we all share within ourselves is different instead of being the same. We all wish for love. To be hopeful and make our permanent home. A land of peace. Yet life hits us when we least expect it, and sometimes no matter how much love is thrown in your direction it falls into a funnel that makes the world dark."
My eyes widened when the petal in my grasp began to glow until it was an orange petal with hints of gold. I rose up while holding it in my finger's grasp, the move catching everyone's attention as they noticed what I held.
"But through the peak of darkness, there's a single beam of light waiting at the end of the tunnel," the voice declared as I turned around to look at the unfinished piece. I was immediately drawn to it, and without hesitation, I walked towards the canvas as the spotlight followed my every step.
"Many believe that the little actions of love we share don't reach the hearts of those in great despair. That our words don't reach those in deep slumber, and that the eyes of a dying person can't see the sorrowful expressions upon our faces, seconds before they rise upward towards the sky."
The voice paused as I stopped before the canvas, and I stared at the petal one last time.
"No matter how small our spark of love is, its touch can change someone's lifetime."
With those words that echoed around us, I lightly placed the petal to the canvas and watched it begin to spread black along the surface like a burning sheet of paper. I took a few steps back as the heat escalated, and the wind picked up, which lifted the black petals into the sky to lift higher and higher.
By the time I came to a stop, it was because I bumped into a firm surface. Hands gently rested upon my shoulders and prompted me to look up to see the loving pair of ocean eyes that twinkled at me.
They were glassy as they bored into mine, and the narrator's voice escaped his very lips. "The touch of a petal that's filled with love cuts through the crisp surface of burned expectations. When we're tired of being left as ash, that force of hope in the shape of love cuts through the spiraling force within ourselves and allows our true sense of purpose to blossom to the surface," he revealed. "When that happens, everything begins to rise high: our hopes, dreams, and the good memories that were overshadowed by the bad ones. The weight of such burdens are cast away, and we're finally able to rise high into our purpose in life until we, too, are ready to fly high into the sky and receive everlasting peace."
He paused as a single tear escaped to drop onto my left cheek.
"When the world is filled with darkness, allow yourself to feel the pain, the sorrow, the agony, and the anger those emotions deliver, but don't let it blind you from the true force of nature that seeks to bring peace to you. Don't allow it to hide the love that's right in front of you. Let the petal of the rose soak up your tears, and then see its ultimate beauty as you set it free to be one with nature once more."
He smiled then as he whispered, "You never know what a single petal of love can unlock."
His attention moved forward, and I lowered my head to see the spectacular painted image. I was completely stunned as I took in the massive image of me smiling. The background was the same as the pastel sunset we'd experienced with the fluffy clouds, and I stood there with my hand out and a red rose in the palm of my hand.
The painted whole wasn't what really took my breath away, but the smaller images that began to surface the longer you looked at it. Memories through the years began to project outward into the air for the world to see while the black petals that had been lifted rained down in a mesmerizing transition of color.
The music box sound was at its most dramatic part of the entire orchestrated piece, adding the emotional emphasis needed as we admired the various memories and painted images that were projected out like holographic screens.
The years we shared from the moment we first met, the summers and sleepovers we shared, and the challenges throughout the years. Images of