Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
(past flashback...storytime?) also i suggest listening to the music!
I'm going to tell you a story, a story which has been engraved in my mind from childhood, one that I hold onto...
I was... eleven, it was only a couple months after I'd run away, Rome and I were in a park, a big one in central London, it was sunny, so sunny...
We were running low on food, Rome's mother had spent majority of it on drugs, I hadn't eaten in around two, three days...
We were at the park to beg, Rome had taken the next shift while I rested for a bit. I had made twelve pounds. A success in my books.
So I decided to treat myself, allow myself to play on the climbing frame, the swings for a bit. I met a girl, her hair was neatly in braids, her clothes, clean, unlike my scruffy left overs, since I had run away. But still we played together, on the climbing frame and eventually on the swings, I was pushing her, she didn't want to go too high...
For a moment, and just a moment, my eyes caught a butterfly taking flight, a mesmerizing sight. Yet when I turned back the girl was on the floor, she'd fallen off the swing after I pushed too hard, I felt bad of course.
But what I remember most, is her mother, the way her mother ran up to her, the concern, the affection in her face, the was she pushed me away and hugged her, the way they cried together, the way she soothed her. Her mother blinked through her tears and sent me a horrific look, as though she hated me.
That was when I realised, there is nothing as powerful as mother's love, nothing more healing, nothing more fulfilling, nothing more safe.
And I, would always and forever be deprived of this warmth.
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
blair (present)
The car pulls up in front of Clifford Manor, I lick my dry lips, my legs barely having the strength to stand as Alexander helps me out of the car, I steady myself and look at the mansion.
I saw Anna, standing by the bottom of the stairs, a tissue in her hand, her eyes, bloodshot.
Next thing I knew, she was running, running towards me, the tissue on the floor, her hands reached up behind my back as she pulled me into a hug, like she never wanted to let go, like she was... a mother, worried for her child. My eyes widen as I feel her grasp.
And then it hits me. Everything hits me, Rome, Calvin, my mother, the gaping whole in my heart, everything. I release a horrific noise from my throat, tears flood my eyes, blurring my vision, as I wrap my shaking hands, pulling her tighter, burying my face into her neck, as I feel my legs buckle, we fall onto the floor together, my stoic facade is immediately swept away, into a collection of visages that it was as I become a disheveled heap of grief.
