OK, this was not supposed to be this long or this dark. As odd as this might sound, this is the introduction to a fluffy SwanQueen story that has been inspired by Red Velvet cupcakes. I promise that the actual first chapter will be all cheerful and wonderful. It's almost ready, actually, but well, here goes nothing!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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Sometimes you just have to let go. It's not an easy thing to do, especially when the person you are supposed to let go of is the only person in the whole world that you care about, your only true love, your everything. It takes a lot of courage to open the door when you know that there might never be a knock again. You watch as your happiness, your happy ending, your life walks out without turning back, not even for one last glance. What are you supposed to do? How are you supposed to hold onto someone who dreams of being far away from you? You let go. For their sake and happiness, you let go.
Once out of sight, you take a deep breath to remind yourself that you are still alive. Suddenly you realize that breathing is not as easy as it seems, it requires the energy you don't seem to have at the moment. You find yourself pondering about the point of your existence. What now? You took the first step. You did the hardest thing, you let him go. You fought through the storm, so why can't you see the bright blue sky? The fog, they say, it comes from the feeling of loss, of sorrow. When does it clear away? Time, they say, it will take time. What are you supposed to do till that time comes? You think of sleeping pills, of sleeping spells, of sleeping curses… but all of those require the energy you don't seem to possess at the moment.
And then there's a knock.
For a moment you think you are dreaming. The knock comes again though, this time stronger, as if whoever is outside truly desires to come in. You don't know what to expect, but something is better than the nothing you currently have. You reach for the door and you make a wish. Please. And in he comes, a smile glued to his face.
"Mom, are you okay?"
His voice brings your feet back to the ground. You feel like you have just travelled a thousand miles, and yet it seems that you have been standing on the exact same spot for hours.
"Have you been crying, Mom?"
He reaches for you, taking your cold hand in his. This is the first time in months that he has shown an emotion towards you other than anger, hate or despair. You are suddenly overwhelmed by feelings that moments ago had been nothing more than faint memories.
Sometimes you have to let go of someone so that that someone can find his or her way back to you. When that happens, that's when you feel most loved. You feel your heart growing and your facial expressions softening. Your eyes open up and things look brighter and more colorful. Everything grows simpler and much easier to enjoy and appreciate.
That's when you start waking up with a smile. That's when you start leaving your bed in the morning without second guessing yourself. Even the thoughts of the long and perhaps boring day at work can't stop you. You just sigh at their conventionality. And then? Then you hold onto the many possibilities. And suddenly you just can't wait to face your day.
"I missed you, that's all."
A kiss is placed upon the boy's forehead, a promise that from now on the door will be forever open.
"I missed you too!"
His arms are around you for a moment before he pulls away so that he can guide you to the kitchen.
"Do you want to hear about my day?"
Your smile is now matching his enthusiastic one as you nod.
"It was wonderful! Emma said that you must join us next time. I said you would! It's going to be some much fun!"
You take a second step towards the blue sky as you deliver a second nod.
"Of course, darling."
And then the story begins.
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Please, do not give up on me. Cupcakes! Icing!
Comin' up next!