[summer love trope]
"i love walking down
memory lane because
i love running into you"
narancia ghirga x gender neutral oc
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Cupid
↳( Jack Stauber )
My Heart Is Buried In Venice
↳( Ricky Montgomery )
La Fill...
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I have been in and out of love. Feeling too much, too little, too fast. No being able to love back, not being able to even love. I want to love, but I am like that of an old stereo playing the same old tunes repeatedly, waiting for the right hand to fix the boom-box therefore I can play the right way.
Today I was to not rest easy. My mind, again in disarray, playing the same songs I had listened to before. Screaming matches with mother, her unpleasant melody displacing the notes on my music sheet. My melody, now strange, never to be played again.
Though my day is not to be ruined by samples of the past. Mother is not here. Mother is not with me. I am my own person, and my own person I will be.
"Coda, please come downstairs" I heard Delfina's sweet, sweet voice call for me. And I urged to her demands immediately.
"Yes?" I dragged my half awoken body down to the first floor of the house, and there she waited, seating patiently on the farthest wooden chair. "There are things I wish to discuss" She smiled, tiredly.
I could only listen to her demands, resting my body, sitting in front of her.
"For the time you have lived here, with us, you have seemed to spend more time with..." She paused. "...Certain people... If you are aware of what that means"
For a while I only faced her as my heart sank with every word. Had it been this obvious I was in... Love? Why were other people more aware of that than myself. I am far too oblivious to love.
"Gioia..." "Joy..."
Her voice so soft, called out to the inner child I tried so hard, and for so long, to suppress.
"Coda you must understand that before loving another we must love ourselves. I, the fool that I was, never knew I was in love with your father. But he made me love... me. If that boy makes you feel loved, follow his thoughts and see yourself through his own eyes. You are worthy and deserving of his love. I have no interest in knowing how your life is away from the countryside, but for a while you will be with us. Rest easy, gioia, for him, for your father"
Delfina now sat by me, embracing my body in her motherly arms, as I tried to hold back crystal tears that threatened to spill with every passing second. It is childish how I never managed to see this woman as anything more than my father's new wife, but at least for now, she is my mother too.
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A.N.: It has been long, children.
I have been dealing with some stuff and most of that either makes me want to quit writing or write more. To my surprise, most of my problems are love related! And the more I write the more I see myself in Coda, even though I specifically wrote them to be different from me.
