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Family
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Family

Characters:
Evelyn Dalmascus, Eon Atreides
Genre: Implied Romance/Family Love, Angst, Turn Back That Clock, Eyes of Eon

We were both orphans, that much was obvious. Evelyn, strong-willed and annoying that she is, even had her moments of weakness. Sometimes, she would sneak into my room dead in the night, claiming she kept getting nightmares. I understand what it is she is going through; the memory of the death of her parents was fresh in her mind. I had experienced the exact same feeling, the stench of blood, the horrible feeling of their large cold hands on to your smaller ones, the anxious thing eating at your gut as you slowly called for them to wake up, whispers turning into screams; it was an incident that took an abundant of time to heal the scars of the heart.

It could heal, but it would never disappear.

I slowly patted her head; her cheeks were tearstained, probably from the nightmares that rendered into a sobbing mess. Over the months, we had gotten rather close; I didn’t mind the fact that she was sharing my bed anymore only that I always ended up on the floor the next day.

“Eon...” Her usual loud, cheery voice sounds understandably meek, since she had sobbed or rather the fact she was sound asleep. I draped my arm around her, kissing the top of her head tenderly, as if she was a fragile doll that could break in my arms.

After all, I was something that resembled a family to her; I was all she had left.

~ End

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Arietta Atherischer
14 years old
Scorpio Just a lonely lil' girl.
There might be times where I might use a character from an anime or game.
I love:
That boy,
the other boy,
games,
Kingdom Hearts,
Ventus,
Sora,
Roxas,
art,
music,
Ryoji Mochizuki,
my PSP [Arixus, who evidently, earned two scars],
my DS [Delilah, whose an oldie]
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