Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
Hi! It's Knight Hardy here to leave a review as part of an ongoing mission to ensure that no work on YWS has less than two reviews. You will probably never see this but oh well here I am.
First Impression: And a lovely continuation on that previous one. Builds on that emotion really well. I love this story so far. You definitely capture the feels very well on this one. I love the concept behind it soo much.
Anyway let's get right to it,
It’s a memory of something I can’t quite remember except for the feeling of pain and when I’m asked about it, I am greeted by shifty eyes. All but my mother turn their gaze from my questioning words. She is no hope either; all she does is nod and say she understands. But what does she understand? Is it the hateful feeling when eyes burn into my skin that she understands or is it the action in which I played such an intricate part? I feel ashamed, though I know not what I have done. A dirty, hot feeling crawls over my skin, the kind of feeling you get when everyone knows minute details of something you’ve done except you. But I continue on my way, alone.
That's quite the intriguing way to start things off there.
She’s beautiful the way she smiles with her eyes, her heart-shaped face belying the fact that she is not a child, no matter how much I think or want to think she is. Blonde curls flow down her back, tousled a little by the roughhousing we had earlier, her blue eyes dark in mischief and happiness. Chocolate cake is smeared on her forehead as well as my fingers and I lick them, a smile turning up the corners of my mouth. She grins back as she should for this is her fourteen birthday, and shouldn’t one be elated as this on such a birthday. I was at mine. But her eyes glass over slightly, and she bites down on her lip, just like she does when she is thinking hard.
And another really sweet description there. You've done such a good job on this little piece.
It hits me, crushes into my heart, and rearranges the muscles in my chest creating a constricting, twisting pain in the center. For a moment I experience ‘the cat got the tongue’ phenomenon, and my eyes amuse themselves with the tiles on our kitchen floor. But I have to answer; I’ve been evading the question for far too long. I’m just glad she hasn’t asked it before. My mind grasps hopeless for something to say, a suitable answer, for she is not a kid anymore.
Wow this again does such a wonderful job of showing the emotions while also showcasing some really nice imagery.
Now I’ve piqued her attention, great. Her eyes lower a bit, and she bites her lip again. I can see the wheels turning in her brain. Confused and bothered, she faces me again.
“Huh, I mean I thought…you said he was coming.” The last was almost a whine; I hated this white lie I had twisted around us, like ivory smoke.
“No hon, he’s not.” God, what a great mother I am!
“Come on Jez, it’s your fourteenth birthday, forget about that, let’s have some fun.”
Oh dear this is really making me go for the onions here. You've done a wonderful job.
Aaand that's it.
Overall: This has been a wonderful story to read. I can't wait to hop over and read the next part of this. A truly well thought out story that can really make you feel things.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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