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"πΏππ π΄πππππππ ππ πππππ ππππππππππ"
When two souls so lost and ignored become one. When two people who thought they had no connection other than a mutual person in their lives become so intertwined with each other. What started off as an arrangement became something so deeply beautiful. For now the two who came together by pure persuasion could never be separated again.
"ππ πππ πππ πππππ ππππ ππ πππ πππππ ππππ"
What could've been will always be the burning question of what never was. For two people who stood so closely side by side got to graze fingers but never hold hands. For the time was wrong, but the person was right, yet it was never meant to be. Both found that love and life long partner in someone else, but the question still remains... what could've been?
"π¬πππππ ππππππ, π±ππππππ πππππ"
What was never given the chance to have had the opportunity to give. For raising a little girl in a world where backs were turned and fairness was never a thought was a terrifying fate, but one that was happily gifted and received. Words can not explain the pride that is felt when one sees a mini version of themselves hold their head up so high and speak words so strong. When a mother who will not dare be run over raises a warrior that's blood is mixed with non-merciful violence, hell will be paid and revenge will pay its due. If one generation's business cannot be handled, the next must be taken care of.
"πΎππ'π πππ πππ ππππππ'π ππ π ππππππ'π ππππ"
They say a mothers love for her son is powerful and runs so deep, this is no exception. A surprise indeed, but one that does not lessen the love. Though the thought of having a son in this wretched world where the fear of him being eaten alive in a matter of seconds always seemed to creep on the horizon, there was no greater joy than getting to experience having one. But where does he fit into the world? And why is he taken out of it so soon?
"πΏππ πππππππ πππππ πππππ ππππππππ ππ ππππ ππ πππππ πππππ ππππ ππππ πππππππ"
A bond that should've been for life, broken by pure hatred and jealousy. What does one do when they see none other than the person right next to them living the life they desire? Desperately wishing to get everything you missed out on is a miserable, miserable fate...
One that is unfortunately long-lived.
When you are thriving, they will hate you. For who knows you better than someone that's right next to you, one you share a name and blood with? Blood runs deep and sharing it will forever mean you are tied to one another. But when one cuts the rope that the other is so angrily pulling on, what happens?
You both fall.
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