Papergirl

I Constantly Thank God For Esteban~

A/N: Sorry for late update. I just came out of HELLL doing exams and responsibilities coming from everywhere. So, yeah. Enjoy reading!

"The pen shall live as it touch the parchment

Holds a power that could either destroy or give redemption

Scribbles will turn into bodies of what you wish

But dies down when clock struck midnight

Cinderella will come and indulge in their temporal existence

A minute of fun fades into a minute of misery

Break the spell or break your heart~"

Margaux stood in front of her foster parent's tomb, asking for his guidance and answers. There are a lot of questions ticking inside her mind. If only her sister was here to lessen the heartache she was feeling whenever she sees his tomb. Unfortunately, her older sister runaway with his family and flew across the globe. They have been avoiding her psychotic mother-in-law like plague. She tends to meddle in her son's family issues. She never realised that by doing that, she's making her son drift away from her. Away from her sight. Out of her life.

Her sister, Collette, often tells her that when there's uncertainty about a problem, say a prayer. A perfectly thoughtful prayer. How can I pray if my praying buddy died already? Where will the answers pop up and enlighten us? The problem was she never lead a prayer of her own. She was just closing her eyes solemnly as she knelt beside her bed and listen to her foster parent, Martin, say a prayer. Whenever she agreed to what Martin was saying, she would nod. As if telling him that she's still there, joining him in a prayer.

"Martin, you know, I've been facing these problems nowadays, alone. I don't have someone to talk to. No one to confide my beyond-beliefs problem." She stooped down and kneeled beside his grave, trailing her fingers through the words inscribed on the marble headstone.

Your memories will never be forgotten.

            

             Martin Viteazul

                 1975-2013

Martin took them in when no one wanted to adapt them. He loved them just like what real parents are capable of giving, if not even more. When they are in trouble, he didn't even scold them, instead he lets them realize that things aren't going to be on their sides at all times. If fates decide to play some misery rage on, they know for sure, he will take the blast for them.

"Would you even believe me if I say that an Oracle talked to me?"

"You know, that green corpse who can see future. Someone who gives prophecies. It gave me a pen and an unlimited pad paper!"

Soft blanket of snow covered her from staying there for too long.  She never minded the fact that her knees and toes are getting numb from the cold. It never reaches her heart anyway. It can never numb her from things that can possibly hurt her. Now that her sister's gone and Martin's dead, she no longer have someone to protect her. No one to support her when she's feeling down. No one but herself.

She slowly stood up, rubbing her numbed joints, looking around for other visitors. People usually visit around eight o'clock in the morning so she intentionally goes there at five am. The sky is still dark, black birds dances freely in the air as they draw the beauty out of the boneyard. Their silhouette makes a painting, they can never be taken out of it. They are part of every landscape, evoking sense of freedom with no constraint. Just flying to wherever they wanted to be, just flying to make their wings free.