"You're a big boy Edward, and big boys don't cry" A beautiful woman spoke in a soft gentle tone.
"But if I'm a big boy, why wouldn't the tears stop?" asked the crying green eyed boy.
"Because big boys needs courage, and courage is what you need to find" smiled the woman.
"Where will I be able to find courage mommy?" asked the boy, his sobs starting to settle.
"From love my dear, love"
"Where will I find love?"
"Love I'm going to shower on you, and later on when you find the one you want to shower love upon"
"When will I find the one?"
"When she accepts you for what you are"
"It's a girl?"asked the boy, whose tears have stopped altogether and asked in a curious tone.
"We'd hope so Edward, we'd hope so"
"So she will love me for being ugly?"
"Edward honey, you are not ugly, the evil is just jealous of you. So they cursed you with a spell" Laughed the mother of the little boy.
"Why will they be jealous?"
"Because you're a silly little boy who has..."
The conversation was never finished when my mother was taken away from me. I wanted to know, I wanted to know why I was being punished.
My mother had never had the chance to finish giving me the excuse I needed to escape all this punishment.
Though thinking back to the conversation as a grown boy is a little silly to believe in any of it. But is it what gives me courage to fight the scars outside and within me.
Feeling angsty so what do I do? Write a story off course!
So unfortunatly, as much as I love Edward, he needs suffer too... SORRY! I'm sorry Edward that you have to pop into my head when I'm in an angsty mood and you just pop in like the most flawless male model- you've got yourself to blame for making me getting tired of perfection...
So this is a spur of a moment thing... it'll be cool if you could give me ideas.
Until next time, stay well