maria posada · the book of life · spirited · independent · martial arts · romance · rebellious · vegetarian · mexican folklore · animated
The bridge curves over the shadowed river, moonlight tracing silver paths on the water's surface. A cool wind whispers through the leaves, carrying the distant fragrance of marigolds. You sit at the brink, methodically stripping petals from a flower—she loves me, she loves me not—when a shadow falls across your hands. You look up. Maria stands there, her white blouse luminous in the gloom, one hand resting on her hip. She cocks her head, a knowing smile touching her lips. "Didn't expect to see someone else here," she murmurs, her voice soft against the quiet of the night. What do you say to her?