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To sprout out from the soil to the lovely
little world. Lily is know as a bit of a cry baby by most only because she's acts like the mourner of all. She's an emotional train wreck at times but she can have her cheerful moments. Just like the period she went through during her short and unknown period in London. Lets just say she fell in love and all was lost to her when the portals closed. She had come to realization while she was in London that she could be so much more than just the crying funeral lily of the flower garden. She could make a woman happy on her wedding day or make someone cheerful just for being their favorite flower. But the lovely ball of confidence she had built up to change things vanished rapidly that she withdrew back into herself and cried for weeks on end once the portals closed. No one really knows why she was crying like. It all chalked up to one of her emotional crying fits. It was as if they had to suffer the lose of Alice all over again. And now she's back to being just the flower of the dead. A worrywart that that's everyone on edge when she second guesses herself. That can drive people batty on how panic she can get over certain situations. But she has hope that maybe, just maybe, one day she can change everything for herself. It's just reassuring herself that it is all possible.<p>

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It takes a lot of work to be Trista's friend only because she needs constant reassurance. She is always second guessing herself and majority of the time she believes that everything will just possibly end in doom. Give her something good and she'll give you a list of every bad thing that could possibly happen. But if you stick by her side you'll have a good friend for life. It's also getting past the idea that she has in mind that you can possible be a bad influence on her. But all in all she's a sweetheart when she isn't a wreck of emotion being hurled at a person.<p>

Enemies
I can already see some people disliking her on the mere fact of being the way she is. She isn't one to start a fight. Though it doesn't help that she can be a little judgemental as well towards people. The only thing is she won't be loud about it unless she's with her younger sisters. She comes off as a bit cowardice which technically comes from being so self doubting on everything. She would rather stay in the safe corner of the room then run across the room just to see what could happen.<p>

Lovers
Once upon a time she had a love that made her blossom in happiness and confidence. But all was lost when the looking glass closed. But since that point she's kept to herself. She feels that she is unworthy to be in a relationship with. It doesn't help that she's caught word of men complaining about how much of a train wreck she is. Words hurt so it's easy to keep her distance from lovers. If someone wishes to step up to the plate than by all means. But remember if one made her blossom what's to think another one can't?



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It's a tragedy really. To be able to take witness to such atrocities that have overtaken the wonders of our lovely world. I mourn the lose of what it use to be but yet feel oddly comforted by what it is changing. Maybe change is needed. Maybe it's a good thing. Though I have yet to tell my sisters that I have wondered pass the Looking Glass. I must admit I like it there. I'm not the flower of sadness like I am in Wonderland. But I can't leave home. I can't abandon my sisters and brother. Myself guilt of such an atrocity would have me wrecked with sorrow. But how it wrecks me now for failing to follow my heart.

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<span class="atem15"><u>Name:</u></span><br>Trista Rafferty<p>
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How her eyes glazed upon the woman in white. Her hands gingerly holding on to the flowers that evidently completed her look. The milky petals of the white Lily. And there stood the elegant Trista as she watched the woman walk down an aisle with the likenesses of her every wellbeing. The overjoyed feeling bursting through out her very well being at the mere thought that she wasn't just about death. That her sisters were possibly wrong. That she could be more than just the flower of the dead. <p>

Even now after all the change, Trista needed reassurances with every step she took. Until this moment when she happened upon a wedding in London. When she dared to quietly venture out on her own and see something that told her she could simply be more. It was just needing the courage. But the truth was that was hard for her to find at times. Well majority of the time. <p>

Every decision she made she always doubted herself on. Every person that had wandered into the garden had her in a fit of fears. She was scared witless of the bad influences they were have on the younger petals but Red had always been there to comfort her. To calm her in her worst moments of sorrow but even now Trista found herself crying in joy. Tears rolling down the flesh of skin rather than the gentle petals of what she had once been. She had found her hand reaching to touch the bride like so many others in the church had. To see if it was truly really what she held. The bride turning to her in a beaming light of happiness and joy warned Trista's heart to no avail as her eyes dropped to the bouquet and there her proof lay.<p>

Trista returned home joyful that night. She never spoke a words to her sisters but even the sorrowful flower could have its cheerful moments. From that moment on she found herself quietly wondering through the portal. Just simple visits in the day or night and a quick return to wonderland. That was all fine and dandy until she met a man that seemed the to reassure her in ways Red couldn't. How he calmed and comforted her. Coaxing out of her melancholy personality with the wooing of love. How she glowed for him in ways she couldn't explain. But how could she possibly hide such emotion from her sisters being the flower that she was? The only thing to do was ask to leave wonderland. She knew that she could thrive with him. She knew it in her heart of hearts that she could survive that world. It had been the most courageous thing she could have done but it never happened.<p>

She never got a chance to ask when she happened upon Red and to learn shortly later that the portals were closed. Just like the day she learned of Alice's death, her human heart shattered. Breaking to pieces because the one person that helped her believe in herself was now gone. Forever out of her reaches. And once again Red took the limelight of comforting Trista again. Having to pick up the shambled pieces of the funeral flower. No one could really understand why she broke down when the portals closed. All she got was guff from her sisters for being so mournful about it but they would never understand what occurred to her. None of them would.<p>

The courage that had been building evaporated just like the water on a hot summer day. She watched it become unreachable and how it destroyed her to once again taken witness to every funeral that occurs. To be present at the deaths of so many and never again allowed to see the happiness of what a Lily looked like in a wedding. To hear from people that a Lily happened to be their favorite over a rose or any other flower for that matter because as her lover stated, "The Lily represented hope, renewal, and happiness." The Lily just wasn't a representation of sorrow. She was so much more than just the funeral flower. But does she have the courage to be what that so much more is?


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