I clench my fist, nails digging crescent-shaped indents into the calloused flesh of my palms, squeezing my eyes just as closed as my digits.

 Even now, I miss her. Even as my lifetime has passed by, the memories of her prevail. She is close to my heart and soul and mind, yet never near my body.

 My mother. Her silken purple hair. Her deep blue eyes. Her creamy pale skin. Her velvet dress.

 That velvet dress; the one she always wore, wrinkled as the corners of her eyes when she smiled. I still remember the feeling of the fabric beneath my small hands, watching her cook or sleeping in her arms as a youngling. Memories that are long gone, but never forgotten.

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no ‼️

i don’t like this but imma post it anyway bc uhm wattpad instincts taking over 👺

also it’s not finished i js don’t want that ‘draft’ thing up ocdcore ykyk /j