{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )

♛: dory in a wonderland [ II ]

The ugliest form of fear

sweats through the pores of her chest

and drains her cheeks

of the courage,

she once approved.

In a vice grip,

shocked and wide-eyed,

fingers clutched around her own

and tugged.

They both looked lost.

They were lost-

blissfully.

There filled a gaping hole in her heart

shaped like her old bedroom

where she gracefully

bloomed

and fused the colors of herself

with the love of her life.

Wonder in tears took her eyes

how one being,

so delicate and chaste,

delivered to this world and hers-

have nothing but take everything so easily.

⚛︎⚛︎⚛︎

baby dory was the cutest little thing