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Post by Vivian D'Amore on Aug 20, 2015 22:17:56 GMT -5
Child’s Play
Daddy would kiss the the cuts and bruises, mommy would settle the upset tummies and cool the fevers. Both were always the parent, always the friend, always the teacher. Luck had it so she was an only child, allowing her to be the daddy’s girl and the mother’s favourite.
It was her father who taught her how to fly. Supporting her weight with his feet, Vivian would soar high, balanced at the waist. It was her mother who taught her how to fight. It was key for a woman to be able to defend herself and, with all of the love in his heart, Angelo was in denial that she’d ever have to worry about protection, Marisol was a bit more practical.
And when Vivian began to spread her wings, her father cried harder than her mother when they said their goodbyes as she left for her first year at Cascade Academy. It didn’t seem to matter that it was easy to visit from both parties, her parents still shed tears as the first part of Vivian’s life came to an end. Time flees, and as it goes on, something always ends up getting lost.
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Post by Vivian D'Amore on Aug 20, 2015 22:26:30 GMT -5
Your Guardian Angel
When a parent dies during the early stages of parenthood, their child is faced with the harsh reality of mortality. A man should die while still ripe. He should not turn into nothing more but a story for the next generation who should’ve met him as an old man with his own stories.
Vivian wasn’t yet an adult and was dressed in black. Revenge wasn’t on her mind, no, revenge was already completed. Now, she just mourned. The man in the casket was too lifeless to be her father, her father wasn’t here, not anymore, not at the time she needed him the most.
She had thought she cried herself dry after weeks of endless fits of sobbing.
As her mother had taught her, and with her mother at her side with all of her other family, Vivian was able to fight on and continue. Angelo died a hero’s death and taught Vivian the lesson of courage and loyalty. As Vivian always assumed, with support from his name, her daddy was truly an angel.
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Post by Vivian D'Amore on Aug 20, 2015 22:36:00 GMT -5
Que Sera Sera
When I was just a little girl/ I asked my mother/ what would I be
Fifth year at Cascade Academy and a boy was interested in Vivian. Sure, she had admirers simply stare, but all had gotten too distracted by her older cousin, Suki. This boy, however, seemed to truly fancy Vivian. God, was she excited. It was a Saturday she sneaked away from the school and ran all the way home. Out of breath, she managed to still shout from the top of her lungs at a boy found her to be beauty, that a boy asked her out.
Angelo nearly fainted, Marisol cheered. That boy was Adam Smith, and he was her first boyfriend. He had asked her to his girl with a blue necklace which she now was showing off to her mother as her father lowered himself to his chair. He pinched at his brow, just between his eyes, as his wife and daughter celebrated. “Isn’t it just beautiful? He said it matches my eyes!”
“Oh, darling! It does!”
“He wants me to wear it tonight for our date.”
Vivian’s father stayed sitting in his chair as she and her mother hurried to her parents’ room to put on the necklace. Vivian sat in front of the vanity as Marisol latched the jewelry around her neck. Vivian stared at herself in the mirror for a while, her fingers carelessly fidgeting with the gem. “Am I pretty, mamma?”
“You’re much more than just a pretty face.”
Angelo stayed in his chair, struggling, still. He wanted to scare this Adam, to put fear in his heart, but he didn’t want to upset his little girl. So, he sat pained as he listened to his wife and daughter talk.
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Post by Vivian D'Amore on Aug 20, 2015 22:38:46 GMT -5
Bell Jar
Revenge. She craved it, needed it to move forward. Vivian needed a reason to fight, but that was postponed until the culprit was discovered. She didn’t cry anymore, she didn’t do much of anything. She couldn’t, not yet. Vivian would only be able to do something when it was the opportunity to avenge Marisol.
Uncle Enzo said he was there, she knew Suki was there... maybe Pietro, but that wasn’t what she needed right now. She needed a fight.
As her heart was broke, she wanted to do the same. The murderer who have his or her heart broken by Vivian and then be completely destroyed, if it was the last thing she’d do. It doesn’t matter if it is the last thing, she wasn’t anyone’s child anyway, no one will suffer the sense of immortality.
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