Okay, how about spring and Badeea? 💕
you swear the entire world blooms just for her.
you’re not being dramatic about it, either! around her, everything just seems to come alive. the grass is softer to the touch, the flowers grander and more elegant in their blossoms, and the sky itself looks a little bluer than what you last remember. even the gentle breeze that carries petals across parks takes a little more time to tickle the apples of her cheeks.
now, normally you’d wonder what it is about her that causes this effect. you’d question how anyone caught within her vicinity turns saccharine and delicate. though, really, you think, the better question is what isn’t it about her?
to be completely honest, you’ve known this for a while now. it’s not just the things or the people around her that seem to lift, but the hearts as well. the souls.
badeea ali doesn’t command kindness or respect, she exudes it, she gives it. and like moths to a flame, living beings of all kinds have no choice but to admire, to fawn, to adore. she finds her place laid out in the grass, hidden prettily among the flowers she paints. it is quite the sight.
this is the time for renewal and revival. winter has left the place frozen and cold, prickly and slightly askew. but badeea thrives in this element, considering and seeing everything for what is truly is and all that it could be.
you suppose that, among many others, is the reason for the world’s adoration of her. justly placed, you smile, as the girl in question begins to color a peony a different shade for every petal. and the stem is purple, because why wouldn’t it be?
it loves her, you realize. though, you can’t really argue with it.
because you do, too.