ADMIST THE SHATTERED TIES [ON HOLD]

A girl stood in the middle of a huge hall, admist the faces which had once felt like home.

Her gentle green eyes held a practiced calm even though her facade trembled slightly as the soft whispers of present were mixed with the haunting ache of past.

Her eyes glistened slightly as they lingered on them.
On those who had once taught her what love was, then buried her as if she had never belonged.

She carried their blood, but her heart carried longing - aching for them, for the shadows which had turned away from her when she had begged to be chosen.

"Stupid emotions, right? ", she laughed bitterly at her own petty reflection. The same reflection which have held her together yet chained her to the past as if hopes could be relived.

As if a fractured vase could carry blooming flowers again.

But present was different, serene, tender in a way she couldn't explain.
Because it held those who have chosen her despite blood, loved her believing she always belonged.
She was their daughter. Their sister. Their own in every way that mattered.

And somewhere in the middle of every wound her soul carried, she was already falling for someone in a way so beautifully that -
She felt held even in scars.
She felt adored even in bruises.
As if every bickering was healing something,
Every glance was whispering devotion,
Every hint of sarcasm was a silken murmur of fondness.

But when past meets present ,
Would the ties once shattered,
Shatter furthur?

Or

Would they be tangled again,
imperfect,
soft,
Yet enough to hold what had been lost?