itsukikein
It was quiet. Too quiet.
The girl paced back and forth with her trusty weapon, circling the house warily in search of her target.
Sadly, though, he was there to find her first.
"FREEZE!"
The girl halted, embracing the stillness of her mind and glaring at the predator as he squirted her with the water gun.
"That was cheating!!!" she argued, placing her hands on her hips as the little boy sprinted away. "MOOOOM!!!"
It was those simple moments, moments that no one else should ever care for, that made us grow closer together. Those moments, when we would sit huddled around a pile of cards, playing some game that I was sure he was cheating at, a cigarette in his mouth that I would sometimes steal a drag from. Those moments, that left me bewildered and fluttering, covered in a soft blanket of love, caring. I savored those moments, those moments that would keep me running, keep me flowing. I miss him. Miss his blue eyes, his blond hair. But, I think the thing I miss the most, was making those memorable moments, those Saturday nights that would keep me sane.
She was tired of being covered in filth. How dare someone continue to ruin her perfect appearance with the disgust that they decorated the place in? She demanded perfection, order, beauty, not dirt and despair. How dare they continue to ignore the fact that she was a perfect, beautiful flower?