Porcelain Doll
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  • Parts 2
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  • Reads 224
  • Votes 12
  • Parts 2
  • Time 11m
Ongoing, First published Oct 18, 2021
"Does it ever stop hurting?"
"No, you just make room for it." 

This is the story of a young boy, who's mother passed during labour. His name is Tommy, the youngest of the minecraft family - who absolutely adore the boy.. perhaps a little too much.. some confuse the boy for a Porcelain or China Doll.. 

Can someone love too much?
Of course. Is it always bad? Well that depends dear reader. Not enough love causes problems as you probably have seen in poetica, so what about too much love? Well, I guess you'll just have to find out.

The term "China doll" refers to a construct, an idea of what something should be like. A China doll will look like what the viewer wants her to look like.

This Story is the opposite idea of poetica - what if they were protective over him rather than resenting him. It's equally as angsty as it is bittersweet, in life "happily ever after's" are just simple illusions.

There is no good or bad, it is subjective and up to the beholder. So what do you think dear reader? Is being loved too much worse than neglect? I'll let you find out~
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4 parts Complete

"It's going to be okay, alright? Where are your parents?" Wilbur asked, the sound of furious shuffling in the background hurting Tommy's ears. "That's a good fucking question!" Tommy yelled into the phone, anger and pent up sadness bleeding through the device, misdirected anger harming the other person. "They're gone Wilbur, they're gone and I-I don't know if-" his body wracked as a cough resonated through his body. "I don't think they're coming back," he whispered the last part, the reality of the single sentence sending his world spiraling. It's Christmas, and Tommy is alone. Until he isn't.