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He looked over the paper Joxter had given him, then at blue tulip across the table. According to the paper Joxter had given him, the blue tulip meant I respect and trust you, his plan was to give it to Snufkin to ask him, face to face if he wanted to dance. How was he suppose to ask him if he kept stuttering?! How was he suppose to tell him?

Where was the Moomintroll who saved Snorkmaiden from that pirate? Where was the Moomintroll who slayed that gigantic versus fly trap? Where was the Moomin who faced the Groke? Where was he now? How was it that he could do all of that yet he couldn’t be upfront with Snufkin about how he truly felt? He thought to himself pancing back and front across the room.

Maybe he shouldn’t do this, what for? The troll sighed and looked over at the table. In the corner of his eye, he spotted the flower. He walked over to the mirror once again.

Moomintroll didn’t know what was going to happen tomorrow, or what the future holds, but one thing for sure was that he wasn’t gonna give up. Moomin grabbed the flower, staring at it for a good while then taking a deep breath. He looked up at the mirror, starting once again.

Onyx knew what today was, everyone was celebrating or reminiscing the one who gave them life. Nurtured and cared for them, who watched them grow and loved them unconditionally.

Today always made her heart ache, mourning for a loss piece of her soul. Some may believe demons didn't have a soul, but regardless of others, she did. Otherwise it wouldn't hurt so much.

Almost absent-mindedly she walked down the stone hall, in the catacombs that laid under her home. A network of tunnels and caves, each holding a purpose. It was cold and dreary with no light or sound except for the demoness own foot-falls echoing in the darkness.

Finally she turned, stepping into a small cavern. She did not light the torch that hung on the wall, her demon sight allowing her to see the small tattered and chipped teapot that rested on a small flat rock.

Kneeling, the black feline took the object and caressed it a moment. She knew it was a soft blue in color, like the one her mother had, like the one she still dreams about before waking in a cold sweat.

Placing it to her chest, Onyx hugged the kettle as silent tears fell. She wished she could remember her mother better. Wished she knew if her mother loved her like other mothers loved their children. By all accounts it seemed like she did, making the ultimate sacrifice to save her daughter. But still... there was that small voice in the back of her mind that whispered, No.

She tried to save herself.

What mother would sell her own daughter?

She didn't even name you.

With Onyx's mind turning against her, she openly wept in the darkness. Holding the teapot like it was her only lifeline back to reality.

In the end, her sanity would slip away leaving only the cruel echoes of her past to wreak havoc on her delicate state, shattering her existence.