Slowly, Broken Birds Learn To Fly

She listened intently, finishing her necklace and putting it around her neck. She leaned back, propping herself up on her arms, letting the sound of his voice wash over her, eyes closed. When he got towards the end of description something changed in his tone. She opened her eyes and looked down at him not sure how to respond. She had stopped believing in beauty... until yesterday. Her mother had been beautiful. The world was dimmer without her in it. Jasper was beautiful, although he probably wouldn't have appreciated that particular adjective. She was still taken aback by it every time she looked at him. She was broken. Beauty wasn't for her. This was something she had accepted long ago. She smiled at him lightly, saying, "Maybe someday I'll get to see England. I really hate the speed and noise of everything here."