Her Secret Scars

Precious Purple Eyes

Just so you guys know, I fast forwarded the story to the end of the day

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Loyals POV

Loyals POV

Her chubby legs running through the tall grass of the never-ending meadow, carrying a handful of delicate white daisies in her tight grasp.

Excitement bubbling to its breaching point as her mother came into view, resting amongst a rock with a book in her hand. Her beautiful blonde hair running in the wind, making her cheeks turn red from the icy breeze.

"Mamina! Mamina!" the young girl screamed, showing off her hand full treasures. The sunset above bleeding in the sky in colors of pink and orange making her chestnut hair shine.

"Oh Piccola" she gently laughed, setting her book upon her lap. "Slow down before you fall, my love".

"Mamina look what I found" she smiled showing her mother the beauty she has discovered on her journey, with anticipation glistening in her wide eyes.

"Oh those are bellissimo, baby girl" the mother giggles, pulling the young girl into her lap and kissing her cheek. The child falling into a fit of laughter, squirming in her mother's hold.

"These flowers may be beautiful, baby, but don't pick them next time" the mother softly says, rubbing the pad of her thumb against her daughters colored chubby cheeks.

"Why? I like them" she asks, skimming her tiny fingers among the white pedals, "They are pretty like you".

"Awe baby, but even though they're pretty, you should leave them be because when you pick it, the flower dies. Then it won't be what you once loved, it won't be white and smooth. It will turn brown, and crinkle to dust at you're touch" the mother tries to explain to her young five year old.

"Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation" she whispers, kissing her daughters cheeks and forehead. She knew her child didn't understand, but she also knew this memory would follow her in life. And it did.

"I'm sorry Mamina" the child trembled, the feeling of regret washing through her small figure, surrounded by the warmth of her mother. She curled into her mother's lap, wiping her eyes.

"Don't cry my baby. It's okay" her mother hushed, rocking back and forth to calm her daughters weeps.

"Dry those magically rare purple eyes of yours, and smile" her mother gently spoke, raising her child's trembling chin. "I love you" she whispered.

"I love you too Mamina" the little girl whispered back, matching her mother's smile, and rubbed her little nose against her mother's.

This little girl is me.
And I have Alexandrias Genesis.

My mother has soothing blue eyes that send calming waves rushing through your body, instantly relaxing you when you're in her presence. Where as my father has piercing green eyes that can seek out all you're deepest scars and reveal your every weakness. So then why are mine purple?

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The second I stepped foot outside the school, the chilling Worcester breeze harshly slapped me across the face. I pulled my sunglasses out of my bag, and slide them over my hair to keep it from whipping across my face. I wrap my other strap back over my shoulder, and take a deep breath, as a rush of relief and freedom calms my stressing nerves. The only thing keeping me from freezing is my sleek leather jacket that tightly hugs my delicate frame. I take one more calming breath and slide my sunglasses over my eyes, and walk over to my bike. Once I reached my baby, I swung my leg over and turned the ignition. The purr of it coming to life always gets me, it's both arousing and breathtaking. I usually hate driving, but when i'm on my Harley I feel so in-control, and the rush of adrenaline puts me on a high not even drugs could accomplish.