jason dean:

            it’s OBVIOUS that eliza’s caught on to the fact that j.d.’s doing LESS THAN FINE. it’s a hard day, that’s for sure. october 17th is a day that he dreads, and is likely to dread FOREVER – at age seventeen, now, today marks EIGHT YEARS since his mother had passed. if you’ve never lost a PARENT before, everyone always tells you the STING goes away after a little while – that’s not true. there’s an ACHE that no one understands, and YOU CARRY IT WITH YOU FOREVER. this he knows.
            ❛  i’ll live,  ❜  he comments, plowing his fork through his DINNER, staring at the table. he tried to understand the SCRATCHES in the wood, but they were lost on him. he stopped trying after that. talking about his mother felt like talking about a STORYBOOK CHARACTER – she seemed so far away, such a happy world from the bleak reality he’d found himself living in.
            ❛  she – was kind,  ❜  he starts, allowing his hands to DROP from their previously lifted position. GREEN IRISES train on NOTHING – glancing at the PAINT on the WALLS, as if trying to find a complicated meaning in it, even though there was NOTHING THERE.  ❛  way nicer than my dad.  ❜  this is said with the ghost of a LAUGH, and a hand that wipes across his face.
            ❛  what … do you want to KNOW about her ??  ❜

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          she sent him a sad smile, sighing as he started talking. she didn’t know what she wanted to know about her, she just wanted to know what made him HAPPY.       ❛ i guess–– i guess i want to know more of what she looked like, or just what she was like. you DON’T have to answer if you don’t want to j.d.. i already feel BAD for bringing it up but, i guess my curiosity just got the best of me. ❜       she bit down on her lip, standing up as she took his plate away.       ❛ did she LOVE you?

          that question made her frown, and she sucked in a deep breath, hoping that it would turn out to be an OKAY answer.       ❛ i mean you’ve mentioned before, some BAD stuff about your dad, but rarely ever your mom. i fear that it is probably a touchy subject for you, but i just want you to know that you can talk to me about ANYTHING. ❜       she sat back down, and her hand went to his arm, sending him a soft smile as her eyes soften for a moment.       ❛ now please, tell me what you please. whether it be her name or what she looked like, i’m sure she was beautiful if she had you. ❜

 
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"you will never find"

with pale and delicate skin, her beauty held no bounds. her heart was what everyone saw, her smile was what everyone wanted.

"anyone as"

indiependent and private elizabeth schuyler. penned by sydney.

"trusting or as kind"

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