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svartalfhild · 2 years

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I would like it if you wrote about Syrin's children! I don't have anything more specific than that, I just want to hear more about them 😊

Oh! Alright then.

I've renamed and slightly altered some of her kids since my initial concept of them several years ago, but I'll try to give you a fluffy little story about some of them. It takes place before the last two children were born, for context.

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Tarsakh 29, 1388 DR

It was a long walk up the mountain for Syrin after spending a tenday patrolling the wilderness. The western most stretch of the Cloud Peaks had been her home for many years now, and she took her duty as a ranger to the area very serious, but even she had to admit that it felt like a bit of a slog sometimes, especially in more recent years.

But she would be home soon, and she would be able to enjoy the company of her family once more.

As the sun began to set and Syrin made her way up a now well-worn path, a familiar grassy slope covered in flowers came into view, as did the mossy stone cottage beyond it. She could see two identical young boys play-fighting with sticks in the field near the garden wall and she smiled. After a moment, a much older boy who had been lying on his back in the grass near them sat up and said something to them and they stopped, turning to look in Syrin's direction. She waved at them. One of the two younger children, Anaz, dropped his stick and took off down the slope. As he neared, she opened her arms to receive his high-speed hug.

"Mum!" he cried joyfully. "You're back!"

"So I am," she replied with a laugh before kissing the top of his steely-haired head. This was much harder than it used to be, she noted. He was getting taller. Had her older children been this tall when they were 12? Goodness, how quickly time seemed to pass. "I hope everyone's been behaving themselves."

"Of course! I've been reading a book about famous swashbucklers, and Zaheir and I have been trying to reenact a story about Jarlaxle Baenre."

"Your father and I met Jarlaxle once, you know."

"What!? Really!?" A look of awe and astonishment had come across Anaz's face, and he seemed just about ready to start vibrating with excitement. Syrin turned him around and started walking with him to the house.

"Tell you what. If you make me a flower crown of moon phlox and blue heather, I will tell you the story after supper."

"On it!" Without another word, Anaz went tearing off across the field, looking for the right flowers. Syrin estimated that it would take him enough time that he'd be occupied for about an hour, and she knew quite well how much her youngest son needed something to do at all times. His twin, Zaheir, was older by about two minutes, but acted as though he was two years older, and he couldn't have a more different personality. This was perfectly illustrated by the fact that Zaheir patiently waited by the garden wall for her to come to him, a much more reserved smile on his young face. He carefully leaned his stick up against the stones before embracing her when she approached.

"How are your lessons going?" she asked him after kissing the top of his head.

"Very well. Father taught us how to block a punch the other day. It was very exciting." The boy's tone did not sound especially excited, but Syrin knew that if he said he was, then he was.

"Welcome home, Mum," she heard a deeper voice say, and she looked over to see that her eldest had risen from his place in the grass. He was 16 and already as tall as his father, so he had to bend to kiss her cheek when he came over to her. He also ruffled Zaheir's short hair, and the younger boy made an annoyed face at him in return.

"It's good to be back. I missed you all so much." Syrin hugged both boys tightly as she said this, eliciting the groans of being squeezed. "Speaking of, where are your sisters?"

"Dynaheir is trying out Dad's lentil soup recipe and Narizel is resting. She, er, had a busy day."

"Dynaheir kicked Khalid out of the kitchen because he cut the carrots wrong," Zaheir chimed in, earning him instant rage from his elder brother.

"Snitches get stitches!" Khalid snapped and grabbed at Zaheir, who immediately started booking it in the direction Anaz had gone earlier, perhaps thinking he could get backup from his twin. Khalid made to go after him, but Syrin held him back.

"Khalid. Calm yourself."

"But he-"

"I will speak to him and to Dynaheir later. But right now, I need you to remember that you are bigger and stronger than him and retaliating against him will not change his behaviour and will only make him fear you. If he fears you, he will not trust you." Syrin had been telling him variations of this for as long as he'd had siblings, and she would keep reminding him until he learned to master himself. His capacity for vengeful anger was something he'd inherited from both sides of his bloodline, but thankfully, he had the benefit of both his parents' hard-won wisdom on the matter.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry." Khalid took a few deep breaths, and Syrin offered him a reassuring smile.

"If you go chop some firewood until supper, I will show you a new sword stance tomorrow," she offered, and he perked up.

"Sounds good!" Giving her one last little hug, he eagerly strode off around the back of the house. She watched him go and stood with her hands on her hips for a moment, quite satisfied with herself at her ability to keep so many sons in order. Of course, it helped a great deal that they were all sweet-natured at their core and just needed a little bit of direction. Her eldest daughter was much the same.

She found Dynaheir, as promised, in the kitchen. Her long steely hair was tied up in a bun as she flitted about, preparing soup and looking rather stressed. She was only 15 and already she was trying to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders.

"Need help with anything, dear?" Syrin asked, and the girl almost dropped the celery stick she was holding in surprise as she looked up.

"Oh! Hello! I didn't realize you were back. I, er, I've got things under control, thanks. It's just soup."

"I hear you kicked Khalid out of the kitchen for cutting the carrots wrong."

"Who cuts carrots into strips for soup!? And besides, he was getting in the way." It was clear now that she wasn't just stressed, she was moody, but that wasn't an excuse for snapping at her brother.

"So Khalid isn't the best cook, but a few sub-optimally shaped carrots isn't a reason to blow up at someone. You know how much he tries to be useful, and I think you hurt his feelings."

"I...I know, it's just...I'm close to my cycle, and Narizel had a bit of a day, and I wanted her to have her favourite soup, so I really need it to not be rubbish and...and..." Dynaheir started gesturing emotively as she spoke and Syrin put a steadying hand on her shoulder.

"Okay, okay, take a deep breath. Everything will be alright. You're doing a great job. The house smells absolutely lovely. When I find your father, I'll send him in here to help lighten the load, alright?" Syrin told Dynaheir soothingly, and the girl nodded, trying to blink the moisture from her eyes.

"Sure. Thanks, Mum."

"Of course, dear." Syrin affectionately brushed a loose lock of hair behind her daughter's ear before making her way to her youngest child's room. There, she found the little girl sitting in bed, giggling as Rasaad sat on the edge, animatedly telling her a story.

"-and your mother ran up onto the dragon's back, and it burst through the vines, carrying them both high into the sky!"

"How did she get back down?"

"I made the dragon crash," Syrin chimed in, and Narizel's eyes became as big as saucers, lighting up with excitement.

"Mum!" she cried with a little squeak of delight. Syrin wasted no further time in coming over to pull the girl into a gentle hug.

"How are you, my little bluejay? I've been told you had a busy day."

"I had a walk about the garden on my own two feet!"

"That's wonderful!"

"My scar flared a bit and killed some of the strawberry patch, but Dad said you'd be able to fix it when you got home." At this, Syrin's heart broke for Narizel. She'd been making such progress, taking little walks about more an more often, but she loved strawberries and it had undoubtedly been very upsetting for her to see her spellscar destroy them.

It was three years to the day that the Spellplague had begun and Narizel had fallen ill. They had known very early that she had an innate magic about her, creating sparks at as early as two years old, so when the Spellplague had hit the Realms, she'd felt it profoundly. No five year old should ever have to go through that pain, and three years on, it still lingered. She had been marked by this disaster, and it had left her so physically weak that a turn about the garden was a great accomplishment. Syrin found it remarkable that the girl could still be full of so much cheer after being struck with such an affliction.

"Yes, I'll fix it right up, don't you worry," she assured Narizel before pulling back and looking to Rasaad. "Speaking of, I think Dynaheir needs a calming hand in the kitchen."

"Ah, then I shall finish the story later, little one," he promised Narizel, who seemed slightly crestfallen that he had to go, and he reached out to squeeze her little hand before turning to Syrin. "Welcome home, mazha khurruzur." He gave her a quick kiss and departed, leaving Syrin to field Narizel's complaints.

"Aw, just when he was getting to the really exciting part."

"Ah, but the cliffhanger will make it all the more exciting when he tells you the rest."

"I guess. I don't have anything to help me stay awake for supper now, though."

"That tuckered out, are you? That must have been quite the flare with your spellscar." Narizel was already so weak most of the time; it pained Syrin to see her affliction take even more out of her and to watch her try so hard just to do normal things, but it couldn't be helped.

"Yeah, but I think if I sleep for most of tomorrow, I'll be strong enough to play some of the games at the Greengrass festival." Narizel smiled hopefully, and Syrin echoed her.

"I'm sure you will be." Her daughter's green eyes brightened at this reassurance, filling her heart with joy.

It was so very good to be home.

#Baldur's Gate #Rasaad yn Bashir #Charasaad #prompt

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manifoldpriest · 3 years

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Tear Open Anew

To Surmise, all of our realities were born from the arts. Ours was from a symphony.

Allode is elusive. Secretive. And very, very, powerful. With that knowledge, and a mysterious advertising campaign of epic proportions, the seats of Stardrop’s newest theatre, Aisolde. The Aisolde Theatre, with its main floor and four mezzanines, boasted its full capacity of twenty thousand, and at once, the curtain rose.

Allode was seated upon a modest cedar stool, he wore his typical black cloak, and his mask. The mask is Allode’s defining feature, the calling card of one of the biggest sensations that’s swept across Anaz; after all, it’s quite difficult to ignore the man who caused a city to grow upside down in the largest body of water in the whole planet, a massive ocean. The mask is crystal; ametrine and sapphire, blessed in the shape of a great stag’s face, it’s pointed eyes seeming to sagely know every fault of the en masse audience.

He cleared his throat, and read:

Eden, my sweet and smiling paradise, breeze-kissed radiance to my poor eyes.

Mirror, Terror. How the reflection who smiles cries in the bitter moonlight.

Reflection, sun-wreathed rose, your briar pricks blood from which life flows.

Waves beneath the sun-soaked sea, call and scream to the magician me.

Gold, and Blue, the dichotomy of truth and otherwise. Spawn forth a new pair of

Eyes, shimmered and teal, to which to view this new world filled with

Birds, a rainbow of feathers, a choir of creation made from the stag’s

Hands, calloused and weary, tired he may be he trudges along with this

Song, sweet and light, for this song will not end tonight and it will be

Lovely, delightful and joyous, an army of harbors from which we will call

Ours, together and alone, we shall be never remembered but for that we shan’t

Weep, bitter and dejected, for our children will gaze upon our legacy in our new

Paradise, anew, blessed with the powers of our bringing, and it will be our

Home, anew. Disparate, yet uncannily similar, and this first one will be called

Anazine. Shall be its name, and it shall be perfect, all the same.

The lights crashed to Blackout.

And with the final word, Anazine was born. Allode’s second performance managed to create a new reality.

#DailyDelirium #Anazine #IsTheModelUtopia #AndTheReality #NorthWestOfUs #LongPost

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mindofharry · 3 years

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Omg I was at the dc concert and it was ANAZING and girlboss was there and my friends and I were roasting her cause we could see her so clearly the way she was dancing……no words like such basic white bitch moves bruh, but anyway I literally had sooooo much fun it was my first ever concert and I most definitely cried

AHHH!! IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!! i’m gonna live vicariously through you LOL. I WOULD SOB

#girlboss 🙄#GLAD YOU ENJOYED YOUR NIGHT!!

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sublime-romance · 7 years

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MOONLIGHT WINNING BEST PICTURE IS HOW YOU END BLACK HISTORY MONTH

#OSCARS #THE OSCARS #MOONLIGHT #PERSONAL #BEST PICTURE #OMG #IM SHOOK #ALL OF THOSE ANAZING BLACK ARTISTS STANDING UP AND TAKING PHOTOS AND BASICALLY CRYING #BELIEVE ME #I CRIED #I LOVE MOONLIGHT HOLY #OSCARS 2017

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mamingle · 2 years

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we need to like, exchange discords and form a Drakath Simp cult cuz istg he is just so anazing and there are no words in the english lexicon to describe how much i cried when he lost the HHD poll

If I was a bit more Discord-savvy and extroverted I would probably jump on the Drakath Simp Cult train, but alas XD I'll keep my simping on Tumblr for now, but feel free to flood the AQW tag if you want! We need more Drakath content on this site askljsjkj

AND YES, WE GOT ROBBED :ᗡ I would've loved to see how the writers could've handled him as a potential date for Heroes Heart Day, but he didn't even last the 1st round of the polls ;-;

(Although the mental image of him burning down Shadowfall as petty revenge on Sepulchure for kicking him out of the tournament and then delivering a stolen painting of Lynaria to your character's house kinda makes up for him not being in the event ASKLDJJ)

#asks #lil-literal-bitch-vara

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burningalltheswifties · 6 years

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okay so mamma mia was anazing and i cried

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savingtheunderworldofficial · 3 years

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Supernatural

For SUPERNATURAL STORIES THE SHOW ON CW KIE IS ON THAT HIDDEN

KIE CRYING GAMES

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About stealing and eating

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Saw his fellow comrad effect him

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Smoked from the demonz

Blood of dawn

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Andy beat up fake shit

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Left

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Kie started to win and loose all the time

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The fight of war

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Mom came with her man thought

Kie thought it was dad mistake

Thoght it was mom too

Both of them feel out

Kie sent down to family cuase kie didnt finish

Cuasin came from padros and nito family

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Mom use to give him his favorite candy corn

1800

1900

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ther

Kie still playing with his god father

Went to have better days with godparents

Went out to places with them unreal family love that he missed

STARTED TO LOVE HIS 5 YEAR OLD LIFE

kie started to eat alot of evetything godparent gave him to this day

Then ice truck cames

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That girl from that huse ppl where still living there

Kie ramiged to closets having fun and making a mess

Then the

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Hi desided to grow up get a girl

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But she was hairy so he didnt like it

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About the lock

Kie mother went to work kie broks the doir again becuse he left the kie inside

Mother that took him left everymornin

He didnt havd a phone

Wat to do i shouldve waitef but ppl

Where still movies

Didnt have anyone but david and joshawa

The wroked constinlately

Kie stupind broke the door becuase for noresson hd just was scred of seeing the family leave so he told they left him without keys

I broke the door and found rooms closed his room was still there

Ghost home

No brother monfamily

None

He fell asleep in that house with ghost

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Kie speacial boygirl

Kie kept smoking finding out this boy just smoked everything

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Secrets he put on from that took showers with one smoke

Kie left desided to go to god

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Luz came in thats fity ppl

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Kie started to ebsorb plans

Ameeb cam after sandy

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Kidd alla doing it wring kie

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All his stuff that goes to the movie and music goes out all the time

Jumpers came.

Rapits gods that wore rapits saw his future

Kie desided that was a fare deal

Lucy kept getting swipped looking for kie wgwn they moved here

Kie started to go to programs and movie and music

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Gorge got a job

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Boobs and tits got to get out

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Rich as fuck and dont give a fuck money yes

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2001

Kie moved over here

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Kie cryed

2002

Kie astarted with saint jons

Work came

2020

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Fifffty came

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2020

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2020

Astill in the study room where I made all my rhymes for all the rhymers for black people latinos and all artistitas..still making

#supernatural #cw shows #cw supernatural

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earlyback · 5 years

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It made her smile, and she brought her smile to his mouth and gave it to him. "Miss you," she whispered. "So much.”

“Miss you,” he said. It was the barest murmur, scarcely a sound.

“ Shall we proceed, and ought I do so with my knife drawn ?”

“You’d better keep it where it is for the moment,” he said. “Otherwise you might stab me to death accidentally.” “If I stab you to death,” she said, “it will not be accidental.”

don't you remember telling me that you're the brain and I'm the brawn ? Naturally I expect you to do all the talking. and naturally I shall knockheads and toss people out of windows as required. Or did I misunderstand ? did you want me to think, too ?

“Good God !" she cried. She rolled off him, tugging down her clothing. "Are you mad?" he blinked and dragged in air. "Well, yes," he said thickly. "Lust does that to a man." "You thought we could-you would-do...that ? In public ? "I wasn't thinking about where we were." her eyes widened. "I'm a man," he said with what he was sure must be, in the circumstances, saintly patience. "I can do one or the other. Lovemaking or thinking. but not both at the same time.

Even now the wicked spirit lurked there, a glint of mischief in the darkness of heat and desire. It made her smile, and she brought her smile to his mouth and gave it to him. "Miss you," she whispered. "So much.”

Loretta Chase, Mr. Impossible

“the exotic fragrance was hers, too. Incense. Goddess scent.

'Mr. Carsington, you must speak to me,' she said. he'd rather not speak. he'd rather stay exactly where he was, pillowed against her soft bosom and inhaling her scent while she gently stroked his cheek.

'Mr. Carsington.' the hand left off stroking to pat his cheek, with growing impatience. Remembering the lady had a short temper, he knew the gentle pats would shortly escalate to slaps. he opened his eyes and met her green gaze, where anxiety mingled with vexation. 'Where am I?' he said, though he knew the answer perfectly well. It was a delaying tactic. her bosom made a perfect pillow. he did not want to leave it. 'On the floor of Anaz's storeroom,' she said. 'You seem to have fainted.' 'Fainted?' he echoed incredulously. 'I was knocked in the head. I ought to know. It's happened often enough.' 'that would explain a great deal,' she said. She started to rise. aware she would have no compunction about letting his poor, battered head thump to the floor, he quickly sat up.”

then came her voice in his ear: "I give myself to thee. I give myself to thee. I give myself to thee." at last she sank onto him, and he wrapped his arms around her and savoured the delicious peace. the stray, funny thought came: we're married, and he laughed out loud.

― Loretta Chase, Mr. Impossible

04.26.21.06 am | blame it on the sun or the blazing desert heat. the most disciplined of women and the most reckless of men are about to clash in the most impossibly irresistible way. - missing you and no.1 virtually matter till we meet again - for us being in love.

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04.26.21.06 am | a happy new day wishes - I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses. missing you and no.1 virtually matter till we meet again - for us being in love.

Sleep Sweet - love you.take care, miss u.

You - m i S S

#3586

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post time : 08.08.26.04 pm

VW - SN - us being in fervent love.

dazzling love to You - watch this over and over and miss me.

early morning love to You - watch this over and over and miss me.

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the greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires, but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around him positively. - Bob Marley

#Love #Forever #Sharethelove #miSSiNgyou #Always #June1975 #Aprillia26 #January14 #Postmeantfor US

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earlybeck · 5 years

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he was, pillowed against her soft bosom and inhaling her scent while she gently stroked his cheek.“the exotic fragrance was hers, too.Goddess scent.”

“the exotic fragrance was hers, too. Incense. Goddess scent.

― Loretta Chase, Mr. Impossible

“Miss you,” he said. It was the barest murmur, scarcely a sound.

“ Shall we proceed, and ought I do so with my knife drawn ?”

“You’d better keep it where it is for the moment,” he said. “Otherwise you might stab me to death accidentally.” “If I stab you to death,” she said, “it will not be accidental.”

Loretta Chase, Mr. Impossible

06.21.26.04 am | blame it on the sun or the blazing desert heat. the most disciplined of women and the most reckless of men are about to clash in the most impossibly irresistible way. - missing you and no.2 virtually matter till we meet again - for us being in love.

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06.21.26.04 am | a happy new day wishes - I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses. missing you and no. 2 virtually matter till we meet again - for us being in love. One love, one heart, one destiny

Sleep Sweet - love you.take care, miss u.

You - m i S S

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to them - listen adequate music : c - d - s - k - k - a

post time : 08.08.21.06 pm

VW - NS - us being in fervent love.

dazzling love to You - watch this over and over and miss me.

early morning love to You - watch this over and over and miss me.

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pics : Anastasia Marmurok

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blxckdaisies29 · 5 years

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Everywhere I look, I’ll see you.

Why are you so hard to forget? Why do you always come at random times and invade my mind, making me lost in a sea of sadness? I always hear people say that memories hurt the most and I’ve never understood that, not until today. Not until now.

I look at the fast food chain where we used to go so often, when I was down, when you wanted company, when we were hungry, when nothing else worked and we only wanted each other; and I see you. Laughing at my attempt of a lame joke. Intrigued by a deep question I just asked about nothing and everything. Remember 20 questions? Yeah, that was our game. We’d use to play when we wanted answers from the other one, without sounding so blunt about it. It made spending time with you precious. And I remember all the times when you’d pay for my food, because I know deep down you’re such a gentleman yet you put up a hard exterior so no one would see past that. But I do.

I look at the cars that pass by; and my eyes always lands on a specific type. I always wonder whether it’s yours. Even when I know it isn’t. I keep remembering all our trips in your cars, all the sweet nothings we whispered to each other. I especially love it when you drive. The focused look, the cocky face. Damn. Why do you always have to look so anazing? Then I remember our good night hugs, and the goodbye kisses. Your lips, oh, your luscious, soft, kissable lips. It’s like a drug you can never recover from. And even though you’re skinny, your hugs are always a beacon of light that I never want to let go of. Oh, just writing about it makes me crave for a touch of your soul.

I look at the places we used to go, and damn. It always hits me hard. All the memories we’ve created. All the hand-holding, the smiles, the laughter, the pain, the tears, the carrying me around when I don’t feel like walking, the “cmon you’re gonna make us late” look, the “I don’t have time for your childish act” look, the “I give in” face. Everything. You give a place a meaning for me, and nothing can replace that. Nothing can make me forget that. A revisit to that place will only flood me of memories, and how could I forget you when all my mind wants to do is remember you?

Even in the comfort of my own home, I still see you. I look at my brother’s bed that you slept in that night. I look at my pillow that you borrowed. I can still smell you in my room like it was yesterday. That’s how much you’ve left a mark. I get in the car, then I remembered that you drove it once when you came over. When my dad cooks the same thing he did when you were around, I could’ve cried from longing. So tell me, how do I forget if you gave me so much to remember?

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