Compassion Moon; D8; FIN
Oct 14, 2017 9:52:48 GMT -5
Post by * on Oct 14, 2017 9:52:48 GMT -5
 Name: Compassion Moon Age: Seventeen years old Height 5'7 Hobbies: Capturing the heartbreak of others, flailing on the inside FC: anna kupriienko Monsters lurk in every shadow. Dampen every doorstep. Darkness seeps from every eligible corner. Where there is light, darkness will undoubtedly penetrate the opposite side and slowly take over, little by little. There are two sides to every story. There are two sides to every family. I was born with two sides and our parents named us as such. Perfection is as it's named. Perfect. Flawless. Wonderful in every sense without the power to bring upon others ill will by misfortune. A smile without a crooked side and eyes that would be piercing to instill fear into her mortal enemies and friends alike. Perfection liked to roam with others like her and with our cousin. They were the strongest bond and born separated in the world. Somehow, I took that spot instead. Maybe, the world needed a little compassion where perfection was. Compassion, on the other hand, was supposed to be just such an emotion used to convey the level of sympathy one has for another human to show concern. To seek out some form of emotional stability, I was named from such. As I grew, I never understood what my future would hold, I just tried to portray what my name suggested. Arms would snake around those that were unhappy, with salt and liquid pouring down their eyes. Their breaths jerking back and forth from their lungs and my shoulder was there for them to lay their head down upon. Stories were told from each individual and I knew them like the back of my hand. I grew emotionally with them and their troubles were my triumphs. I learned life through others and each story that I heard, I wrote down on paper in as much detail as I could possible. I didn't' want to forget the way each soul wanted to have that special someone listen and interact with them when they were having the worst moments of their life. It was sometimes good things, but not nearly as much as the bad. I reveled in the bad. With each tragedy, my yearning grew to soak up that much more power. I saw people at their weakest; their worst. I witnessed their ill forthcoming and certain barriers were no longer impenetrable; they were broken. I had power over ever single individual just from the mere words "I need to talk" or "Can you keep a secret". My mind screamed to know everything and everyone. While they poured their hearts out, I used every means possible to save every drop of detail. Sponged their hearts dry and dried their tears just to keep myself afloat. That's the way it always had been and the way it always would end up staying. I am nothing like my sister, my mirrored twin. I look like her at a skin level. Sad to say, but that is it. We both have dark, intangible hair that enlongates between our shoulder blades and down to our mid-waist. Color has never touched our locks but it's not like we could actually afford that luxury like the capitol. To change our appearance would be sinful. I adore the special bond my sister and I share because I barely know anything about the one person I should know everything about. We are not close. Words do not cross the great plain as it should for individuals born of the same egg. Perfection is as her name states, she is completely perfect in every way and why would I waste my time on something that is so cliche? What I need to know about her, I see skin deep. We look like a still reflection in the pond near our house. She moves and then I move to the other side of the room. Like a magnet, we clash together and are pushed further apart. Even though our arms would stretch out long to touch each other, it was like touching glass. Cold...Hard... |
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