@bldtraitrs said: 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔰, 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶.
˜”*°•. When the world became a p͎e͎n͎c͎i͎l͎ ͎ ͎d͎r͎a͎w͎i͎n͎g͎,͎ a masterpiece on the easel of the creator, the word love, echoed dubious, almost like an illusion. Love resembling fairytales, kings and queens dancing under the moonlight, belonging 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧. Pictures and pictures of smiles and candles, of roses and wine, seeming distant and naïve. And yet, she believed she could understand; for despite the factitious facades they’d all wear, the insincere smiles, and t͎h͎e͎ ͎ ͎p͎l͎a͎s͎t͎i͎c͎ ͎ ͎m͎a͎s͎k͎s͎ repressing and concealing all traces of emotion, in the end of the day, she could still say that there was he, and he was there. With all his flaws, with all their differences, and yet still present.
❝ So this is it ? Between you and Edward ? ❞ Ted, as they called him; the reason behind Andromeda’s banishment. The hindrance to their family’s peace. And yet… she claimed that she loved him; loved him enough to abandon both sisters and parents, dismiss affluence and power, name and reputation. So, was this the true love she’ d spoken of with such certainty ? With such passion ? Or merely a rushed decision taken out of rebelliousness and spite ?
