biggestbookaddict
He looked up at the wall, pictures of people that could never thank him. Below that was a box of mementos, things he was sure they would want him to have. Every one of these people must be happier now. No one wants to live on this corrupt earth. He did them all a favor. Gone and happier with only a collection of photos and nick knacks left over.
Balloons have always reminded her of birthdays, more specifically her sons birthday. Every year the one thing he could count on was balloons, he loved the bright colors and watching the balloons float to the ceiling. She never imagined that he would leave the world so young, she couldn't count on things being stable in her life, for anyone could die at any die. But the one thing she could count on was balloons. There shouldn't have been balloons at his funeral.
Life was always somewhat pointless for him, knowing his purpose, his destiny. It was never something great, no epic battle or great work. His purpose, since the very organized idea of his birth, was to be the decoy. To save someone else' life while pretending to be someone he's not.
What a day this had been. Her only daughter off and married. 'Til death do they part. Her daughter was happy, everyone was. Yet tears came to her mothers eyes as they drove off, she was happy for her, joyous even, but to let go of your little girl is a hard task.
writing since 2013 · 4 entries · 4 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means Jade showed up.
3longest streak
4days written
2.5entries / week
the words Jade reaches for
balloonscountdaughterhappypurposegreatdiehappiermarriedtildeathtearsmotherseyesdrovejoyous