Sweet creature

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Sweet creature | I'm hers

I was taught young how to be stone-cold, self-reliant. To hold myself high and prideful, with a ready smile and a subtle charming ready to conquer the world.

So I learned from early on to cry behind close doors; on dim lights, without sound. To howl in pain silently, to break down without anyone knowing, and to never ask for help.

Because when no one sees you suffering, do you really suffer? Much like when a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear is, does it make a sound? I can always just pretend that whatever pains me never happened, and I can always go back and face the world pretending I'm okay

Cynthia

Serenity

I sit soundly in my room, with my nose stuck in a book, and my thoughts in the world of fiction. I hear a sudden knock on my door, I turn my attention to the person that dared disrupt my peace. It was my mother. Her eyes looked younger, her smile was fresh, and lively. She wore a sparkling backless red dress that flowed down her back, and stopping at her ankles. Her makeup was natural - she looked every bit of beautiful. Her appearance stunned me. It's been years since I've seen her so dressy. She looked absolutely beautiful.

"Wow" is all I could manage to say, so stunned by her beauty. She lives me a heartfelt smile.

"Its Friday, do you have many plans?" She questions.

I shake my head. "This guy from my biochemistry class did invite me out, but I don't know if I should go-"

"You should most definitely go" My mother encourages, her cheerful voice ever so enthusiastic.

I sigh nervously. "I don't think so" I state, firm but not so convincing.

"Well do you like this boy?" My mother questions. Now she's invested.

I shake my head. "No. Not like that at least, he's a friend" I admit truthfully. I don't feel anything romantic for Noah, at least not right now. I enjoyed him more as a friend, than a lover. In fact I needed a friend more than I needed a lover, and I refuse to jeopardize my only friend for a meaningless High School relationship.

"Is he cute?" My mother questions, her voice in a teasing tone like a child. I roll my eyes.

"Yes bu-"

"So you should go out with him!" My mother enourgages once more. Man she was stubborn- I guess I got that trait from her. She was slightly invasive towards the things she desired, and never took no for an answer. I mean she may be right, it is a Friday night - and even my own mother clearly had plans. I felt like some sort of loser - the kind of loser who's parents has a better life than the child. I guess I could take Noah up on his offer, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to hang out with him and just a few other people.

"Fine," I sigh in defeat "I'll go out since it'll make you feel better" I say, clearly using my mother as a excuse, I wonder if Noah would buy it- I mean she was partly the reason for my now change of decision. When I see my mothers mood change, it brings a smile to my face. I get why she is the way she is. No parent want's to see their own child miserable. I've been miserable for too long, and I'm sure it pained her to see me tune out everyone and everything.

"Great, because as you can see I have a date tonight" My mother tease, as she shows off her graceful beauty. It brings me a genuine kind of happiness.

"I'm glad to see you smiling again" I admit softly, my eyes leaving her gaze to avoid the sadness within me. It's true. My mother has had a life of great loss. First with my father, and then my sister. All she ever has left in this world is me, and all I have is her. I loved her more than anything in this life, and her smile brought me peace. When I feel her arms wrap around me I can't help but cry. I've held it in this whole week, and in her arms I felt the safest.