Hi guys. Sorry for updating at, like, 3 a.m., but I took a 'nap' earlier, and slept from like four to… midnight. So I figured I ought to at least get something done.
Enjoy!
Pain. Anger. Depression. Fury. Sadness. Ultimate, utmost disorder. All these things whirled around Shira's mind as she lay beneath the tree, silently sobbing. It had been maybe an hour since the incident, when she caught him kissing another girl. Sure they'd only been 'together' for about a week (summer vacation couldn't last forever), but still! It hurt! A lot.
A pair of steadily hopping steps met her ears, and although usually just the mere presence of her mother would make her feel better, it only increased the sad feelings. She didn't want anyone to see her like this.
"Oh…" Raz recognized that face without a doubt. The fragile, broken eyes, river rapids rolling down her cheeks, nearly silent, almost hysterical sobbing, and careless stature; her daughter was sprawled on the ground as if she hadn't a care in the world. She'd had her heart broken for the first time.
The pre-teen (did thirteen count as a teenager? She didn't feel like a kid anymore, but not like a teen quite yet) closed her eyes, but that didn't stop the tears. A few moment later, she felt a familiar pair of arms embrace her, and a soft beating sound reached her ears as the kangaroo held her sobbing adopted daughter against her chest.
"Shh…" she murmured. "Shh… there there… Ah know… Ah know…"
"N- No you don't!" she choked out, the first time she'd spoken since she witnessed that awful event. "Nobody does!"
"Yeh Ah do." She rubbed her back. "Yeh Ah do… theh sam thing 'appened ta me when Ah w's abou' yer age."
She sniffled, not finding much comfort in those words. Though she was glad she was there for her and might be able to understand, she found that hard to believe. Her mother hardly seemed like the type to fall in love; she seemed to wild and free-willed, how was it possible for her to be tied down into a relationship?
"R… Really?"
"Oooooooh yeh." She managed a chuckle. "Broke mah 'eart inta a million lil pieces, 'e did." She petted the back of her head. "Yer no' th onl'eh one Sheila. B'lieve meh. Evra one ge's there 'eart smashed one way 'er anotha. Yer no' alone."
After she managed to get the saber to stop crying and grabbed a collection of tissues down from the tree they were under, Raz agreed to tell Shira bout the first time she experienced similar. The memory still stung just a tiny bit, as, to really tell it truly, the feelings had to come back, but she was far over him. To be honest, she barely remembered a thing about him. Had he had green eyes… or were they blue? She couldn't decide.
Near the end of the story, Squint appeared. Literally, apparently he'd been eavesdropping in the tree and accidentally lost his balance from trying to keep from laughing, and had fallen right down in Raz's lap. She looked ultimately startled, but soon got a devilish grin on her face. Oh no…
He tried to get away, but she was too quick, and grabbed the little rabbit, fastening both her hands around him. "Oh Squin'." She began all too sweetly. Uh oh… "Why don'tcha tell 'er bout yer firs' 'eartbreak?"
"No way!" he protested. "I'm not a girl!" a whimper made him look to the right. He caught his nieces teary eyes, biting her lower lip. "…I, um…"
Raz dropped him down on the ground as Shira started to cry quietly again. "Scoot!" she hissed. It was clearly an order, so he split.
"Oh, shh…" she hugged her again. "Shh… I know Sheila… it'll beh ok." As she continued to sob, her mother murmured to her. They'd been there probably two hours already. The captain would want them back soon enough; they left back to sea in a few days, and the ship would probably need some attention.
"I know… I know… th' firs' 'eartbreaks always th' hardes'."
"First?" she choked out. "You mean there's gonna be more?"
She smiled sympathetically. "Yeh… there's always m're."
"Even for you?"
"Ya neva know." She honestly didn't mean that, romance just wasn't her thing, but hey. Anything to comfort her daughter. Now, she wasn't comfortable with lying to her; she was the most important thing in her life. If she wasn't honest with her… no. Not the time to get distracted. "'Specially when yer bout ta go inta yer teens."
"Oh…" she groaned in pure misery. This was not going to be fun.
The sound of flapping wings made the two look up. Silas perched on a low branch that put him just above Raz's head. "Madams. Ze captain wishes you to return."
"Sure thing mate. Jus give a us a min'te."
"I heard you are suffering heartache, ma jeune nièce." That no good long eared blabber mouth… if she wasn't so sad, Shira would go and sever her uncles ears! 'May we… have a moment alone, mademoiselle." Raz really saw no harm in it, so she nodded, gently released her daughter from the warm, comforting embrace, and got up, hopping away.
Silas watched the young girl peering up at him with glossy blue eyes. "Your heart aches, does it not?"
She nodded, expression becoming fragile. Or… more fragile than it already was. "Feels like its broken into a billion tiny pieces…"
"Oui… zat is normal." he fluttered down to stand before her. He remembered when she was just a tiny cub, barely half his height. Now she towered a good three feet above him, and she wasn't anywhere near full grown yet. "But believe me… it will heal itself in time."
"How… how do you know."
"I am French. I was born speaking the very language of love. I know these things."
She couldn't giggle; her uncle as a love expert/counselor? It was too weird. "Really?"
"Oui. At least, zat is what zey say where I come from." She lay down beside him, intrigued, and he patted her cheek. "Believe me, all will be well in time. You have no reason to fear; your heart won't always be broken."
She managed a faint smile; she actually felt a little better after almost three hours of seemingly endless tear release, and her family's comfort. Something was suddenly tucked beside her ear, and she found with amazement a bright blue lily, with neon green stripes, one on each petal, originating from the center. "Zhere you go… you look beautiful." He praised, and she blushed a little. "Now Shira… promise me something."
"Anything."
"You won't go around wasting your tears on worthless garcons that will only abuse you're affection." He tilted her face up. "You are so very, very special. If Zhey are too arrogant to see zat… then they have lost a great treasure."
She smiled. "Thanks Uncle Silas."
"You are welcome." He patted her head. "Now, let's return home. I think a bowl of frozen nectar berries is in order."
So they went home, Shira feeling much better but still hurting inside. But she was comforted by her family, knowing they'd always be there for her. That was better than anything else in the whole world.
Finished. No, not the series. Do you guys get annoyed with all these age differences? I mean, these are all total random, and I thought this was a cute little idea, but… oh well. It's fun to explore all the different ages.
You know, I had an idea that wanted to ask y'all about. What if, for whatever reason (I haven't worked out all the kinks in this idea yet), Shira ends up down in the dino world and… well, they end up going on some crazy adventure to get her back? Good? Bad? Awful? Not even worth asking about?
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