everyone expected her to be easy going, boogie with the flow and be so full of life [ ... ] all heart and no thoughts ! what else do you expect from a girl who grew up in houses of ruins? a family built on anguish, hatred and a fractured foundation. she witnessed the misery of everyone's eyes. a father who was trapped by the burden of fatherhood, mother who was a walking corpse and a sister who tried her best but just to fall into the same toxic familial pattern. the comparison between prek and marsida to gezim and timothy were engrained into her brain. [ ... ] she'd never turn into them.
even after all the years that pass, the ache of what could and should have been lingers in heart. a heart full of spunk, passion and emotion. a drunk of a father, a absent sister and dead mother. it was the anniversary of her death that often made her reflect on these times. a, now woman, who just wanted to shield her young internal girlhood. red who felt all the emotions in the world hardly expressed them appropriately. smoking as her vice, it was the only time of the year she picked up the naughty habit more and more. so disgusting!
" me, petey-o? " brushing off her thoughts [ ... ] locked and sealed for another day. tossing the thin cigarette down, crushing it under the heel of her shoe. something about the action was both empowering and humiliating. " i'm the bee's knees! you know nothing in the world can keep red down! "
🎲 @webtingle , i just want to make sure you're okay.
