𝕵𝘰̲𝘤̲𝘦̲𝘭̲𝘺̲𝘯̲ ⊹ ࣪ ˖
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𝕵𝘰̲𝘤̲𝘦̲𝘭̲𝘺̲𝘯̲ ⊹ ࣪ ˖
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“Mom…” letting out soft exhale clary sets her book and pencil aside before joining her mother on the step clasping a gentle hand over her mothers. “what happened in the past doesn’t matter, what matters is here and now. I am 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 going to lose you again.”

she couldn’t help but let a small grin tug at the corner of her lips, eyes darting towards her mother. “not everything is as peaceful as Luke’s farm mom. I guess sometimes peacefulness can be within the simplest things in life.”

hmm, a peaceful setting for once. she is balancing her sketch book on her knees as she watches her mother from the window still. 𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.

Good. Do you think I should f!ght?

( 😔 ) i will talk to him, maybe he will listen to me.

i know mom… but how are we going to stop him?

Your poor parenting decisions.

His jaw tightened, a flash of pain washing over his features for a second. ─── There's nothing you can do about it now, Jocelyn.

i felt this in my soul.

I got carried away. It's all your fault.







