"Well, I'm sorry I gave her the time to see what her parents looked like."
"You ought to be. She lived miserably for those last days of her life."
He bit back the fury tempting to be unleashed. Deep breaths, she's just on one of her tantrums - all though that's another large understatment, seeing as it's not something petty she was sad and hurt over - it's not something to yell at her for. In, out. Breathe in, then out.
"You'd be surprised," he commented once he felt his temper was under his breaking point. "You'd be surprised just how much she smiled."
At that, Chrysanthemum gave him an incredulous look. He sighed, feeling a bit better now that he caught the mother off guard. He slid his hand into the back pocket of his dark blue skinny jeans to grab his surprisingly thin wallet.
She caught it when it was thrown at her with ease. Chrys opened it and blinked with her eyes wide.
"Susie..."
"Her first birthday," he said, looking at the canopy above her head as she had done. "Me and my sister threw one for her. Does she look like Mimi?"
The woman of nineteen began to cry, her lips covered by a small hand. The picture of the child was covered in tears.
"Exactly."
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A story of loss, through innocence and life, and how two people can come together after a fight so war-like that it shattered the ones related to them more than them... even if it means nothing will ever be the same.
 Ukeire · Fri Nov 04, 2011 @ 07:17pm · 0 Comments |
