Your Mother's Eyes
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Your Mother's Eyes
I was sitting in mass yesterday, when this idea popped into my head. Yes, I'm a bad Catholic, thinking about lesbians during mass. Please don't tell the 'Rents XP. Anywho, this is a bit of a sad oneshot in Shizuru Fujino's point of view... hope you enjoy :)
It has been a long day; when I get home you and my mother are waiting for me. With a kiss on the cheek, my mother nods to the stove, signalling the cooked meal and leaves to go to her home. With a squeal, you run to me and give me a tight hug; it’s as if we haven’t seen each other in a long time, whereas, in reality, it has only been since this morning. I hug you back, as best as I can hug a five year old back when they’re hugging me tightly round the legs, and give a laugh. No matter how bad my day has been, you always make life seem more enjoyable.
My child; my beautiful child.
It isn’t until you look at me that I feel, simultaneously, a sense of loss and like I’ve come home. The remaining sunlight, streaming through the kitchen window is shining on your face; the orange glow illuminating the features you inherited from me; your light brown hair is highlighted by tints of copper from the glow; but it’s your eyes, your bright green eyes, which seem brighter and more green due to the sun, that make me feel those conflicting emotions. They are your mother’s eyes; your other mother, I should say. You never got to know her, my dear Natsumi. You never got to know the other love of my life as she died giving birth to my second love...you.
With a toothy grin, you distract me from my thoughts by dragging me towards the stove. Even at your young age, you worry about whether or not I’m eating or sleeping right. I blame my mother. At first, when you were born, I was so afraid of hating you, that I stayed away. Locked in my room, I would hear your cries or gurgles as my mother and father looked after you in my absence. Slowly, as my tears dried and the weight in my heart lessened, I began to see you as my last link to Natsuki, your mama. I still carry that weight only lost love can leave, but it seems bearable now. My mother worries that, at any moment, that weight will regain its vice like grip, which kept me from your cot, and drown me in its sorrow. But I won’t allow it. My love for you keeps me afloat; makes me feel; makes my heart sing with pride.
Never have I loved something so much and so immediately as when I saw you in your cot, looking at me with your mother’s eyes.
It has been a long day; when I get home you and my mother are waiting for me. With a kiss on the cheek, my mother nods to the stove, signalling the cooked meal and leaves to go to her home. With a squeal, you run to me and give me a tight hug; it’s as if we haven’t seen each other in a long time, whereas, in reality, it has only been since this morning. I hug you back, as best as I can hug a five year old back when they’re hugging me tightly round the legs, and give a laugh. No matter how bad my day has been, you always make life seem more enjoyable.
My child; my beautiful child.
It isn’t until you look at me that I feel, simultaneously, a sense of loss and like I’ve come home. The remaining sunlight, streaming through the kitchen window is shining on your face; the orange glow illuminating the features you inherited from me; your light brown hair is highlighted by tints of copper from the glow; but it’s your eyes, your bright green eyes, which seem brighter and more green due to the sun, that make me feel those conflicting emotions. They are your mother’s eyes; your other mother, I should say. You never got to know her, my dear Natsumi. You never got to know the other love of my life as she died giving birth to my second love...you.
With a toothy grin, you distract me from my thoughts by dragging me towards the stove. Even at your young age, you worry about whether or not I’m eating or sleeping right. I blame my mother. At first, when you were born, I was so afraid of hating you, that I stayed away. Locked in my room, I would hear your cries or gurgles as my mother and father looked after you in my absence. Slowly, as my tears dried and the weight in my heart lessened, I began to see you as my last link to Natsuki, your mama. I still carry that weight only lost love can leave, but it seems bearable now. My mother worries that, at any moment, that weight will regain its vice like grip, which kept me from your cot, and drown me in its sorrow. But I won’t allow it. My love for you keeps me afloat; makes me feel; makes my heart sing with pride.
Never have I loved something so much and so immediately as when I saw you in your cot, looking at me with your mother’s eyes.
Re: Your Mother's Eyes
You know, a lot of people try to express themselves as Shizuru as tend to miss the mark. You really made an emotional connection with the readers, leaving us with a bittersweet ending to this short one-shot. A rarity! ^o^b
Re: Your Mother's Eyes
GoldenSun13 wrote::) Thanks Luu. Does a little catty dance
XD Look at that neko go!
POVs or Haiku by a very angst filled Shizuru make for good one-shots I've always thought. Or at least a Shizuru having any sort of personal thoughts swirling through her mind.
Re: Your Mother's Eyes
Yeah, same. I find them nice to write when I'm feeling particularly angsty.
Let me tell you a secret...I'm Shizuru!
The first Letter in Always and Forever is what I wrote to my first crush two years ago and about a year before I watched Hime. When I was going through my fbook, I re-read it, realised how it could relate to Shizuru and arranged it to fit her. As soon as I'd done that, the rest of the story began to flow. To think, I wrote an 8 chapter mystery from a failed crush/friendship lol
Let me tell you a secret...
The first Letter in Always and Forever is what I wrote to my first crush two years ago and about a year before I watched Hime. When I was going through my fbook, I re-read it, realised how it could relate to Shizuru and arranged it to fit her. As soon as I'd done that, the rest of the story began to flow. To think, I wrote an 8 chapter mystery from a failed crush/friendship lol
Re: Your Mother's Eyes
GoldenSun13 wrote:Yeah, same. I find them nice to write when I'm feeling particularly angsty.
Let me tell you a secret...I'm Shizuru!
The first Letter in Always and Forever is what I wrote to my first crush two years ago and about a year before I watched Hime. When I was going through my fbook, I re-read it, realised how it could relate to Shizuru and arranged it to fit her. As soon as I'd done that, the rest of the story began to flow. To think, I wrote an 8 chapter mystery from a failed crush/friendship lol
Si, I just see ShizNat as a relationship with a lot of insecurities and road blocks to overcome. Realistic couples have those y'know. :3
YOU'RE SHIZURU?!
<--------- THEN WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!
Oh my, well first I'm sorry to hear about your failed crush/friendship, it's experiences like those that we utilize to our advantage in the fanfiction world as you've done. Laugh at the past if it once hurt, because it never really happened. Turn it into fiction and it'll reach out to someone going through the same thing.
Re: Your Mother's Eyes
Luu Sky Sapphire wrote:GoldenSun13 wrote:Yeah, same. I find them nice to write when I'm feeling particularly angsty.
Let me tell you a secret...I'm Shizuru!
The first Letter in Always and Forever is what I wrote to my first crush two years ago and about a year before I watched Hime. When I was going through my fbook, I re-read it, realised how it could relate to Shizuru and arranged it to fit her. As soon as I'd done that, the rest of the story began to flow. To think, I wrote an 8 chapter mystery from a failed crush/friendship lol
Si, I just see ShizNat as a relationship with a lot of insecurities and road blocks to overcome. Realistic couples have those y'know. :3
YOU'RE SHIZURU?!
<--------- THEN WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!
Oh my, well first I'm sorry to hear about your failed crush/friendship, it's experiences like those that we utilize to our advantage in the fanfiction world as you've done. Laugh at the past if it once hurt, because it never really happened. Turn it into fiction and it'll reach out to someone going through the same thing.
That's okay :). It took me a while to get over it, but it not only taught me to grow up and move on, it also confirmed to me who I was as a person. I like to laugh at how blind my love for her made me and I intend to continue reaching out to people :) Thanks Luu
Oh that ----> is what I look like on a bad day
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