There once lived a girl, with golden hair and eyes the color of foggy blue.

She always had longed for a heart of gold, and eventually believed she had one.

She had many obsessions but one of her most passionate was flowers.

She loved walking in the forest, and seeing all the different types and colors of flowers.

To her, it felt like home.

So as she walked down the path of many flowers, she gasped at the breathtaking colors.

Her heart pounded at the sight her eyes were taking in.

She could no longer contain the obsession inside her.

As she walked through the long pathway, there was something she was unaware of.

Without her acknowledgement, this obsession she had with these plants weren't just a love or passiom for them.

She was striked such in awe,

that she didn't notice the flower's stems growing as she passed or how they stood up with strength.

She was meant to be here.

She was meant for the flowers.

The path shortens after a short while and her eyes find a sight that takes her breath away.

At the end of the path, between two majestic trees, there lied a flower.

But, it wasn't just any flower.

It was long and tall, and sparkled with gold.

She couldn't control the longing in her heart.

She had to touch it.

So, she carefully picked the flower from the ground and held it closely to her face.

She analyzed the golden flower, and touched it.

Gold covered her finger tips, and she suddenly began to feel burning.

The hand she had wrapped around the stem began to burn severely.

The girl with golden hair loosened her grip on the flower in gold,

and as it slowly fell, the wind picked up to a great amount.

And the flower did not fall.

It rose up.

It flew in swirls above the girl's head.

She looked up at the flower.

The burning increased, and she looked down at the gold on her fingertips.

Suddenly, the flower that once had gold now was silver as stone.

The gold flew in the air around the girl.

It sparkled and shimmer in the sunlight.

She closed her eyes for a brief moment and then opened them.

She noticed the wind had disappeared and the air was stiff.

Her skin felt cold.

She looked down at her hands and gasped in shock.

She was now covered in sparkling yellow.

Every part of her was gold.

or so she thought.

But what she didn't know was that her heart was never gold, and never would be.

Just as the flower, beneath she was silver.

She touched the gold, and it began to fade off her skin.

Slowly but surely.

She didn't know how long she spent doing this but the sky was now getting dark.

She didn't notice the rain falling down or the silver surface underneath the golden layer of her skin.

Eventually, with the help of rain, the golden shimmering glitter was off her skin.

But there wasn't something quite right with herself.

She was now silver.

Her skin was cold to touch and she no longer felt herself.

Lightning struck and her golden hair melted and was replaced with silver.

She picked up the flower at her feet that was now stone.

She didn't know this at the time, but her heart was slowing and her breathing was becoming shallow.

Another strike of lightning hits the ground, and the silver turns to stone.

So the once golden haired girl who longed for a heart of gold so desperately, was now stone.

Just as the golden flower that shimmered so beautifully was stone.

The girl with golden hair never had a heart of gold, but she had a heart of silver.

And this caused her to turn to stone.

As she still stands there, cold and still as stone, in the same flowery path, she fullfills her purpose.

And all the flowers begin to grow around her silver feet, and her hand still grips the stem of a silver flower that once was gold.

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i hope you liked this. i would really appreciate feedback. this is definitely something different than i am used to writing. but anyway hope you liked it! thanks for reading!