fading reflections }} harlow x ariel }} rave

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The needles pinched at my skin, its cool pointed tip, build behind a wall of flesh. An itch, one that was undying and uncomfortable, seemed to dance around the protruding object, but i had been told to sit still, not try not to move as my blood filled the think tube that linked me to my sister. I watched as crimson liquid begins to feel the tube, exiting the blood stream of my body and finding a new path that would lead them to a new home. In reality my blood often didn't get to seek a home in my veins for long. Very often that would be ripped from my very begin and shoved into a new home, in the veins of the girl who lay quietly beside me.

Today was different from usually though. Well not in the fact that the blood that i was giving to my sister was saving her life, but in the way that the beady eyes of my hawk like mother were no where to be seen. It was just me and Harlow today and something about that made this whole situation that mush easier. Usually the beast would be watching over my shoulder, her worried eyes never leaving Harlow, always guiding over my like I was just another piece of machinery in the sterile room.

It hurt because that is not how I wanted her to look at me. When she looked at me I wanted her to actually see me. The relationship between a mother and her child it meant to be strong, right? And in some ways my mother does have that relationship- just not with both her daughters. She was always scared for Harlow, always dragging me along like a blood bag on wheels. I never got to make designs for myself, my mother having claimed my soul and any f my wants, devoting it to my sister.

But today, like I said before, was different. I was able to look at my sister was a gentle smile because I was helping her and their was no greedy mother looking over my shoulder, rearranging my limbs to ensure the best flow of blood. It was just me and her and the nurse and unlike my mother the nurse looked at me, she smiled at me and told me what i was doing was the best gift that I could ever give someone and I took in every words that feel from her ruby red lips with a smile, my heart warming because this is what it felt like to actually be noticed for what I was doing.

“How ya holding up?” My voice is gentle, and full of concern because I loved my sister and I didn't want to see her hurt. When I was around her and her alone I could give into my weakness, I could show let my guard down. “The nurse said it got bad this time, but she said I came just in time and that in a couple hours you should be fine!” The words are laced with happiness as my crystal blue eyes examine the ones that are almost identical (almost, because you see, where mid seemed to glow, her were dull, the greedy hands of death slowly reeling her in closer and closer.)

This morning her eyes had been close to a grey, all life devoid from them, her skin as pale as a ghost and it had scared me, but now their was some colour in her cheeks and that lit a candle of hope within me. You see with Harlow if was like a ticking time bomb, at any moment she could cross that line of being able to help and to far gone and each time I sit in this chair, our bodies linked, I hope that today isn't the day. “But in all seriousness, how are you feeling?”

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