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FOURTEEN : A look into the Past

Beatrix Figueroa was only seven years old when her parents passed away in an unfortunate natural occurrence. Her maternal grandfather, Luca Amorsolo took custody of the girl, putting her under his wing as an avid sculptor and occasional painter.

The seven year old Beatrix found refuge in the world of oil and canvas, conveying emotion she could not express in words through brush strokes and bold colors.

Her grandfather, whom she affectionately calls Bubba took notice of the girl's eye for the arts. Her pieces evolving with her grief.

For her formative years, the little one used watercolors and subjects that conveyed longing, sadness and melancholy. Often, her pieces would be that of a humanoid figure falling into the abyss, or a shadow of a man staring at the open sea. Bee was quiet. Often found by nannies and helpers in hysterics because she was sitting atop the roof, they thought she would jump, but no, she explained to her grandfather one night,

"I don't want to jump, Bubba..." She told him, "I just wanna be closer to Mommy and Daddy."

As she went on to become a teenager, the images shifted from the thoughts of a sad, grieving child into angry, bold strokes, filled with reds, and oranges and splashes of black. This went on from when she was twelve up until her fifteenth birthday. Luca was troubled, but at the same time, relieved, that Bee chose to rebel not in life, but in art.

And rebel she did, many a time, Luca would come home to slashed canvasses and broken frames scattered on the floor of his studio, and loud, blaring music bouncing off the walls from inside her room.

When all seemed hopeless, a brief brush with blades and blood, Luca considered hiring a therapist for his granddaughter Suddenly, the angry sixteen year old vanished, all that was left was the beautiful, smiling girl he used to know. He could not explain it, nor could anyone else. It was an overnight miracle.

"I'm sorry, Bubba..." she said, hugging her grandfather.

"What for?" he asked, looking into her eyes, a whisper of her mother staring back at him.

"I was such a b--"

"Language, child!" he warned her, despite himself.

She cleared her throat, "erm, right. I'm sorry for giving you a hard time."

"What changed?" He asked.

"Cimorelli." She said.

Her grandfather looked confused, "You mean to say you're all better now because of pasta?"

"What? No!" His granddaughter laughed, "You know when people say that everyone has a hero?"

Luca nodded, waiting.

and Bee said, "Well, I've got six."

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A/N

So sorry for not updating yesterday! my wifi went wonky and I couldn't log on properly. 😤

anyhoo, here is a short update. :) a little backstory about Bee.

oh, and the quote at the end, I DO NOT OWN THAT, IT IS NOT ORIGINALLY FROM ME, I TAKE NO CREDIT FOR IT WHATSOEVER. i just really love the truth it holds. If you could, please comment and/or give a shoutout to who the quote comes from? thanks so much for your help 😘

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