Description
There was bitterness about her when summer came about. Blossoms bloomed, songbirds flittered about and the trees stretched their limbs to the air decorated with voluptuous leaves after months of baring their gnarly bones in winter.
And yet there she was: unable to join them.
Like some tragic deadwood, forever frozen in their state as seasons passed about them. Home to nothing but rot, erosion and shadow.
She had tried - no one could deny her that - tried to be more gentle, more helpful, but for every step forward all it took was a small inconvenience for her to slink back into her wrathful, miserable old self.
With time, she was forced to watch her hope dwindle away. Petals of the life she once had dreamt of - love, family, purpose - taking to the air and never returning.
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Eris and I, forever perfecting the art of being miserable *flexedbicep-emoji*
Eris
Bust portrait - 1 soul