I once dreamed of being a mother. I closed my eyes and let my heart spin a tale of a wunderkind, a perfect vision of happiness with sunlight in his smile. From his eyes, one could derive millions of particles of stardust and his laughter would be proof positive that God existed.
Nothing could be wrong in the world and such happiness I would find in his mere presence that every hardship I had once endured would melt away. He would be the imperfect reason.
But my dream burst in my hands, freezing my eyes and making all too obvious the crass injustice of the world in which we live. A world where hope dies inside you, leaving you in dark, barren unhappiness.
I should be worrying about party bags, or getting the cake just so. I should be singing and helping to blow out candles. This house should be filled with laughter, streamers all around, all for a boy with starlight in his eyes. This day should belong to his happiness. Instead, it belongs to my sorrow.
When I dreamed of being a mother, I wanted my child to always be full of wonder. I prayed he would always know joy. I wished that he would want for nothing, and I got my wish.
For he is dead, and the dead want for nothing.
Shame no one wished for me.
Nothing could be wrong in the world and such happiness I would find in his mere presence that every hardship I had once endured would melt away. He would be the imperfect reason.
But my dream burst in my hands, freezing my eyes and making all too obvious the crass injustice of the world in which we live. A world where hope dies inside you, leaving you in dark, barren unhappiness.
I should be worrying about party bags, or getting the cake just so. I should be singing and helping to blow out candles. This house should be filled with laughter, streamers all around, all for a boy with starlight in his eyes. This day should belong to his happiness. Instead, it belongs to my sorrow.
When I dreamed of being a mother, I wanted my child to always be full of wonder. I prayed he would always know joy. I wished that he would want for nothing, and I got my wish.
For he is dead, and the dead want for nothing.
Shame no one wished for me.
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Comments
It's about your story Fearless, the Dark Knight centric story, with OC Desi. I love it very much and I hope you continue to write it. I also like how you've brought Two Face into the story, however brief it was, or will be.
I was thinking though, I know it's your story and 100% up too you, but I'd like to see more of Two Face, maybe become friends with one of the main characters, or helping them on a heist or something.. as well as perhaps bringing in another villain from the comic, as you did with Harley Quinn, another woman maybe, like Poison Ivy (Pamela Isley) to make make the love square more interesting.. obviously not a pair for Two Face, but maybe get her involved with someone else? Since Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy are friends an all in the comics, thought it might be an interesting idea.
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