she's proof
that you can walk through hell
and still be an angel.
"Call me as soon as you land, okay?", her motherly figure says to her, still grasping onto her. The caretaker stands in front of all the orphans, the other caretakers standing behind with sad smiles, silently watching as the girl they had watched grow up leave their home. The girl nods her head furiously, trying to rid herself of her tears.
"I love you," it's whispered to her caretaker, Quinn, as the driver stands by, tapping his foot repeatedly and mercilessly onto the cracked pavement ground.
She hugs her caretaker that had been through thick and thin with her helplessly, trying to grasp onto one last moment. She is tugged away, the driver impatient. She gets into the now-dreadful car, sending her mother figure one last remorseful smile. Quinn mouths an 'I love you', a prideful smile on her face as the car drives by, leaving a gust of dust and dirt spraying out into the air.
She sits forward in her seat, craning her neck as far as it will allow her to, trying to glimpse at one last image of her caretaker.
The car drifts closer to the airport, and further away from the only home she's ever known.
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Iris Beauty | Ongoing (wlw)
Romancewe never had to force love. we were drowning in it the moment we met. but the most beautiful part is, i wasn't even looking when i found you.
