Four

So Lucy started to fear beauty. Beauty that charitable demon with sharp eyes who never dies. The long living queen who resigns in the soul like an everlasting grudge. What plan does beauty hold and what keeps her there? She creeps in the mind that powers her thoughts. Creeping noticeably and silently forever with her voice kept low, destroying the thoughts long forgotten. Been creeping there hiding and winding throughout the binding of the mind. She was cautious to share herself with him now. She was unrevealed and safe. Poor Davy! He shouldn’t be left to love alone. She offered someone else to him, but Davy said No. Any other person can offer company, but no one could fill the light passion he had for her. He could see love again when she could open herself up. He would be loved by her ultimately. This is what he understood. But his eyes told her otherwise, she concluded. And then if he hadn’t, the next morning she was bound to discover, for others started to look at her differently, to appreciate her new features. Those who would have sheepishly avoided her eyes before discreetly eyed at what she was hiding. Just observing without controlling their thoughts. Puberty, that defining journey, will lead her to womanhood.