November 13, 2023, 09:25 AM
Blossom had been sheltered her whole life.
From infanthood, to adolescence, to now, where she was a juvenile rapidly approaching her first year of life. In that time, she was coddled, perhaps, given a point of pride as the daughter of two attentive parents. Blossom had not seen their tension, had not seen their fights, none of it. Her momma had loved her dad, she was sure, but she loved Boone more. That was fine. The world was a kind place, she had been so sure.
Her rose colored glasses had been taken from their perch on her nose and smashed to bits with the introduction of Mae, of the stranger who hurt her momma. The world had turned its cruel eye onto the young woman, and ruthlessly ground her face into its chaotic complexities. And for once in her life, Blossom began to dread the future instead of looking forward to it.
She lay beneath a willow, looking through a gap in its branches at the outside. The cruelty that was there. Her already thin-boned frame was addled with tangles in her curls, making her look ghostly laying there. Like Ophelia, drowning.
From infanthood, to adolescence, to now, where she was a juvenile rapidly approaching her first year of life. In that time, she was coddled, perhaps, given a point of pride as the daughter of two attentive parents. Blossom had not seen their tension, had not seen their fights, none of it. Her momma had loved her dad, she was sure, but she loved Boone more. That was fine. The world was a kind place, she had been so sure.
Her rose colored glasses had been taken from their perch on her nose and smashed to bits with the introduction of Mae, of the stranger who hurt her momma. The world had turned its cruel eye onto the young woman, and ruthlessly ground her face into its chaotic complexities. And for once in her life, Blossom began to dread the future instead of looking forward to it.
She lay beneath a willow, looking through a gap in its branches at the outside. The cruelty that was there. Her already thin-boned frame was addled with tangles in her curls, making her look ghostly laying there. Like Ophelia, drowning.
Momma?She asked the approaching footsteps, finding nothing in her able to make her raise her head.
Why do people have to hurt?
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[m] Doing all these things that you won't like - by Reverie - November 08, 2023, 04:52 PM
RE: [m] Doing all these things that you won't like - by Blossom - November 13, 2023, 09:25 AM
RE: [m] Doing all these things that you won't like - by Reverie - December 11, 2023, 11:34 AM