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Hera · 07-31-2015, 02:00 PM

The card wasn't going to look any better than it did currently, so Zeke decided to STOP with working it on the chance he made it worse. Too much could be as bad as too little. But as hard as that had been, the hardest part was yet to come.

Though he had written about this (more or less) in his project, writing words that were intended for HER was hard. He would have to choose his words carefully, and condense his rambling to succinct sentences. Firstly, so as not to bore her if she were to receive it, and secondly because space was limited.

Using the gold gel pen, Zeke opened the card and began to write.

Mum,

That was a good start, right? He paused, pen hovering, biting his bottom lip and he considered how to put all that he felt into coherent and non sappy words.

I'll probably screw this up somehow, but I want to try to put into words what you mean to me.

- Because he NEEDED a disclaimer for whatever was about to come, failure was imminent. Already he was constructing sentences in his head, and crossing them all out. Nothing felt right.

You're not my only thing, or my everything, because you taught me to have more to live for. But you are a very important part of my life, which for now I couldn't even bring myself to think to live without. You taught me that you don't need books to be smart, that you don't need to be a bully to be strong, that you don't need to say nice things to be a good person. I like how you care without saying it, but by showing it, and I just want to say thank you for caring for me. I love you.

Yours always,

Zeke.

...

Zeke stared down at the card. It was better than he expected. Somehow he managed to get words down, that didn't sound entirely ridiculous... though they did a little bit.

Snapping the card shut, Zeke pulled himself off the floor and returned the materials he'd borrowed. Then with the time to spare, he returned to his beanbag chair and flopped into it.

07-31-2015, 02:00 PM	#61 (permalink)
Hera DMC Abraxan Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Perth, AU (GMT +8) Posts: 25,070 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jasper Hart First Year x10 x10	#3 ½ EagleBrain ♥ Creeperdoodle ♥ Raven Dor ♥ Berry ♥ ½ Team House Elf The card wasn't going to look any better than it did currently, so Zeke decided to STOP with working it on the chance he made it worse. Too much could be as bad as too little. But as hard as that had been, the hardest part was yet to come. Though he had written about this (more or less) in his project, writing words that were intended for HER was hard. He would have to choose his words carefully, and condense his rambling to succinct sentences. Firstly, so as not to bore her if she were to receive it, and secondly because space was limited. Using the gold gel pen, Zeke opened the card and began to write. Mum, That was a good start, right? He paused, pen hovering, biting his bottom lip and he considered how to put all that he felt into coherent and non sappy words. I'll probably screw this up somehow, but I want to try to put into words what you mean to me. - Because he NEEDED a disclaimer for whatever was about to come, failure was imminent. Already he was constructing sentences in his head, and crossing them all out. Nothing felt right. You're not my only thing, or my everything, because you taught me to have more to live for. But you are a very important part of my life, which for now I couldn't even bring myself to think to live without. You taught me that you don't need books to be smart, that you don't need to be a bully to be strong, that you don't need to say nice things to be a good person. I like how you care without saying it, but by showing it, and I just want to say thank you for caring for me. I love you. Yours always, Zeke. ... Zeke stared down at the card. It was better than he expected. Somehow he managed to get words down, that didn't sound entirely ridiculous... though they did a little bit. Snapping the card shut, Zeke pulled himself off the floor and returned the materials he'd borrowed. Then with the time to spare, he returned to his beanbag chair and flopped into it. __________________