a tribute to my mom.
Her long, brown hair fell over face
Emerald eyes overflowed with tears which spilled out onto her cheeks and ran down her face
She looked down to her husband, whose body was in her arms
His bright blue once lively eyes were shut, never to open again, his body stained with blood from the many weapons that he blocked her from, that were meant to penetrate HER body, not his
This was it
It was over
Everything
He was her joy, her reason to live (other than her daugther and the rest of her family and friends), he was what gave her hope and happiness
He was EVERYTHING to her
Without him, she'd surely die
Her daughter would be fatherless
What if her daughter didn't even live?
But the woman didn't give up, she couldn't - not just yet
She began to make hand signs, despite the raging pain that rushed through her body
Surely she could bring him back and if not...then she would join him
Her beloved
But the pain and lack of chakra was too much and overthrew her, it was too much
She smiled softly
Looks like she would join him after all
And so she closed her eyes, waiting patiently to see him again
And just as much as she wanted that, to be able to watch over her daughter
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Family, Friends, And Other Things
hm...in a nutshell, stuff about my family, friends, and other things like the title says. in here i write stuff that i feel like writing; things that i enjoy to write or simply need to so i can let my emotions out. read this and have fun!
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