+ treinta y ocho

my mother was at the airport to pick me up and her smile dropped into a look of concern when she saw the state i was in. mopey, depressed, a shell of my former self. but being without tae magnified all of that.

she held my face in her hands and forced me to meet her gaze.

"you look emaciated." she said, her thumbs running over my cheek, rubbing small circles. "have you been eating?"

"i'm fine, mama." i assured her.

she led me to her car that was in the parking lot of the airport, inside the car was her boyfriend waiting for us. he was a man with a friendly face, who smiled warmly at the sight of us. just like my mother, his smile quickly dropped into a look of concern.

but he said nothing of it.

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only about twelve more posts for this story to come to a close. i hope you're all ready for this. i sure am not. lol

i always feel a sense of melancholy when i finish a story.

its like something precious of mine has died, and its time to move on. but as shakespeare brilliantly put it in one of his sonnets... "so long as men can breathe, or eyes can see. so long lives this, and this gives life to thee."

nothing is truly forgotten as long as others think of it.

-clary