❛ MISS VINDICTIVE, ❜ it was an unfitting shoe, the one that’s fragile glass and frail. the sense of vulnerability and kindness was no longer etched in your dictionary. ( neither hers, you presume. villains are merciless, bloodthirsty wolves with hideous boots that reek of blood as you step on them. they’re far from a dainty lamb’s language, who speak with softness and kind hearts. this is all foreign, sunlight to a boy who’s never walked outside. )
THE ACCESSORY IS PLASTIC. a cheap, knockoff thing; but the sentiment and love it holds is far from that. these pearls, fake as may they be, yield a maternal love that beats the prettiest ones you may find deep in the sea. / you hold it with care as if they’re diamonds. ❛ i ... this was given to me by my mother when i was about five. i don’t think she’s had the richest family history, hence the knockoff of actual pearl necklaces, but i didn’t see why that mattered. originally, her grandma gave it to her as a gift, and until now she’s kept it. she’s passed it onto me as a memory of some sort. i’ve cherished it with all my heart, even if it means little to nothing to most. my mother’s one of the greatest, if not the greatest, people i’ve had in my entire life. a mother’s love is, in my point of view, utterly ... well, might i say irreplaceable. i cannot think of anything that feels better than it. ❜ gently, you place it in her hands, let her fingers curl around it after. ❛ cheesy speech aside, i want you to have it. i cannot fathom the idea of not experiencing that kind of joy. must i say that my heart broke the moment you tell me you’ve not met her, and suppose this is all i could give. ❜ a smile, even if it’s small, even if it’s virtually unseen, paints itself on your face, a flower that hasn’t blossomed in your dead garden for a while. ❛ merry christmas. ❜ / . * @jealousyridden!
