The Tea

On the floor sat a metal box full of smells and mysteries. The box emanated a faint aroma of chamomile and lavender, enticing anyone who dared to open it. The tea cup was made of fine bone china with a lovely picture of a rose hand-painted on it. As Jasmine touched the cup, she coyuld feel the scratch surface of the cup. It's yellow hue off compared to the normal bone china she has seen... This felt off... Like she was touching something she shouldnt, like she had seen something she shouldn't have. The box seemed to whisper secrets of forbidden teas, each with their own dark tale waiting to be unraveled. The tea that Jasmine had poured into the cup matched her name. Pure Jasmine tea from India, the finest and the one with the most magical powers. Her name stretched out in bold italics twisting and expanding the best before date looming over her making her concentrate on it for far longer than she should. The room b ecame silent, the air thick with anticipation as Jasmine hesitated to take a sip, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and curiosity. Her hand trembled as she brought the cup to her lips, the aroma of jasmine tea filling her senses and luring her deeper into the mystery that surrounded her. She took a small, cautious sip, and suddenly the world around her started to twist and warp, reality shifting like a kaleidoscope as she realized she had stumbled upon a portal to a realm beyond her wildest imagination. There she knew that her true love lay waiting for her, inside the portal of dreams. The red rose on the cup had transported her to her once lover that betrayed her. His bones etched into the tea cup like a curse reminding her everyday of his sacrifice and how she etrayed him. Each sip cutting her lips as his pain and betrayal brewed in the tea, binding them together in a twisted fate that neither could escape from. And yet she yearned for him, would give anything to gaze into his deep blue eyes, like the sea and the sun mixed into one The mix became clumpy like oil in water as the blue changed purple then the red seperates showing the reluctance for acceptance. Her frustration grew realising the date was looming and her death was on a cliffs edge. Attac ack of fiery emotions surged through her body, mingling with the bittersweet taste of the tea as she struggled to break free from the haunting memory of her past. The once beautiful rose on the cup now seemed to wilt and decay, mirroring the decaying love that had entrapped her in this twisted fate, pushing her closer to the edge of darkness where her fate awaited her. Staring into the abyss of the cup, Jasmine knew she had to make a choice - to either succumb to the darkness that threatened to consume her or to find the strength to shatter twice the love in her heart. One heart break was enough to suffer in any lifetime, but two was unimaginable cruelty. She wept tears of pain into the tea but it quickly evaporated as it began to boil and bubble like the blood in her veins once did. The memory of an alter remerged in her mind as she stared coldy without fear at her lover who was ble eding on the altar in front of her, where the twisted truth of their love was finally revealed - a sacrificial pact to bind their souls together for eternity in a cycle of love, betrayal, and tragedy that neither could escape. They ran into each other arms, daggers held high, while their lips touched. Blood streaming into a bottomless pool as she is pulled back to reality. Her blood now dripping out of her side lighting the alter back up. She is reminded of the pain he caused her and how stupid she was to fall for his mindgames once more. He betray ed her once again, sealing their fate in blood and sorrow, leaving Jasmine to face the eternal consequences of her twisted love affair, the tea cup now a vessel of their doomed souls intertwined for eternity, a haunting reminder of the price they had paid for a love that was never meant to be.

The Tea

Writers

annabelle

The Twister (NCP)

Rachel

Publish Date

3/13/2025

The Tea

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