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– August 28, XXXX
The Past to Recovery
I’m tired of his love. HE is tiring. It was only supposed to be a contraction “pretend” love. Nothing about what I did or said meant anything.
Then he did that. While I do not care for the prince. It doesn’t mean I blame the child.
The wrongs of the parents are not the wrongs of the child. Unless they choose to inheritate them. For which they’ll endure the punishments.
To right the wrong of which he created. He placed a ring in my hand but did not touch any of my fingers. The weight of the “ring” was like any other. Glancing down, I found that it was a flower. A flower that was made to look like a ring.
I brought it up to my nose and smelled, nothing. How disappointing.
Moving my hand down. The wind picked up and swept it to the ground. He went to pick the “ring” up, only to accidentally crush it with his sheo. How unfortunate . It was a bit amusing to see him panicking over a meaningless ring, and even less when he promised to make a new one.
A few months had passed, and i’ve grown quite attached to the small creature that was in me. The kicks and small movements were a welcomed adjustment. A weird one but a welcomed one.
This tiny creature has brought me something that I thought I lost forever. Joy, of feeling the creature inside me. Excitement, of the day that I would see my creature with my own two eyes and hold them in my, own two, arms. Happiness is what my creature gave me. Love is what I got to experience once again, thanks to this creature.
If it wasn’t for the contract, then I would had shown my stomach to the world already. I wouldn’t have to use my magic to conceal my baby bump.
Maybe next time I won’t have to.
It seems that the old ones decided that I do not deserve to feel love.
*There are dried tear stains on the page. Rendering the rest of the page useless.*