“The Pearl Territory”, chapter 9 – Cash #privatejournal

I remember her hair – the color of white snow – and vibrant orchid eyes, almost like mosaics, unnaturally beautiful, the mix of forgotten spring and crystalline heaven. I remember her laugh, bright like a birdsong. It was as if her laugh lifted the dark veil from my heart and allowed me to see the world with different, happy eyes. Sunny. Joyful. Confident. A cloudless spring day. This is what I feel when I think about...