"I tried to live in black and white but I'm so blue"
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Cielle has lived the entirety of her life being cornered to pick a side or a sign to define who she is. But what if for once she wanted no rule or definition, and no bearing to her muchness?
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"The capacity to beat through another heart."
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It had been a little past 5 minutes of their awkward silence since the girl cracked the supposed joke.
"Tell me about her." Cielle finally inquired, eyes stuck to her plate.
"What?" Brooke asked, looking up to her.
"Tell me about her." Cielle said, finally meeting her gaze,
"Mom."
Her gaze softened at the mention of the latter and she could sense that Cielle wanted nothing more than to feel a little closer to home.
"What do you wanna know?" Brooke said, leaning forward. "Everything and more." Cielle reverted back, loosening the grip on the hem of her t-shirt.
She couldn't really point out why she brought it up. But she had the strongest urge to want to know more about the woman. The same woman everyone so eagerly awaited to see beneath her skin.
"Lily was a wildflower, Elle. A beautifully, articulated mess. She was like the lingering scents in empty perfume bottles, or pressed flowers on a page. She was an open book on a park's bench, that read 'tell me about your day."
Cielle was listening intently to each and every word she said, wanting to breathe it in so she could feel her mother's scent embracing her own body.
"She was the pure manifestation of one's inner child. She had this uncanny ability to predict the unthinkable and plunk it down on the table." James paused before continuing, "-and she made damn sure she'd see every feeling she encompassed on her canvas at night."
James looked down at his wrist, pressing the beads of the bracelet Lily had gifted him, a Christmas 17 years back.
Remembering back to when the latter would spent hours on end drawing portraits of every form of life around her.
He could almost feel her presence in the room, the thought of her, alone was so incredibly strong, in speech and spirit that you'd be lying to say you didn't feel the shift in energy.
Cielle reached out to hold their hands from over the table, the three shared a look knowingly yearning the loss of the woman they so fondly spoke of.
No words could've ever been enough to serve her justice.
And none could have been enough to encompass the glowing light that she carried with such grace, such ease.
