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Title: She Wore White
Author: country_who
Rating: G
Word Count: 376
Characters: 10.5, Sarah (OC)
Genre: Character Study
Warning: None
Summary: The color that made her smile, brought tears to his eyes.
Author's Note: This may be a bit too loose an interpretation, but it just sort of happened this way.
Author's Note 2: Made for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
who_contest prompt appropriate attire
Author's Note 3: This is a part of my Daddy's Girl Series
The first day she spent out of the confines of her crib, she wore black. Everyone did. She was too young to understand the true meaning of the color and how it would follow her through her life. She realized the loss and the sorrow, but the cloth that clung to her body meant nothing.
As the wooden box was lowered to the ground her infant babbling was silenced and she allowed the black into wash over her mind. It rolled in a hung like storm clouds that would never desert her.
***
She was older the next time black adorned her, but she was still very much a child. The black cloth covered her arms and ran past her knees in a straight skirt. Simple, plain, and bleak, just like the dead it honored.
It was now that she found the correlation between the color and her losses. She wanted to lash out at it and found herself cursing the lack of color. She wanted to wipe it from the Earth and make it so she would never have to wear it again.
***
Sitting alone on the bottom row of the steps outside the house she had been raised in, she let the bitter tears fall. The winter air bit at her arms, exposed by the thin straps of her dress. The midnight blue fabric shimmered in the moonlight, but her eyes remained dull and her makeup smeared.
Her heart was breaking, the deep blue of the dress draining into her heart and staining it. It was supposed to be the best night of her life, but instead she spent it alone in a dress far too jovial for her shattered soul.
***
The white fabric fell in luxurious waves from her shoulders. Multi-colored lights from the stained glass windows of the steeple danced off the sequins in the bodice of the dress. The white contrasted with the bright blush on her cheeks as her lips curved into a smile.
The colors of her clothing had previously brought tears to her eyes, but now as she smiled a grin wider than I had ever engendered, it made my own eyes water. Lowering the veil over her eyes, I took her lace covered arm.
Author: country_who
Rating: G
Word Count: 376
Characters: 10.5, Sarah (OC)
Genre: Character Study
Warning: None
Summary: The color that made her smile, brought tears to his eyes.
Author's Note: This may be a bit too loose an interpretation, but it just sort of happened this way.
Author's Note 2: Made for
who_contest prompt appropriate attire Author's Note 3: This is a part of my Daddy's Girl Series
The first day she spent out of the confines of her crib, she wore black. Everyone did. She was too young to understand the true meaning of the color and how it would follow her through her life. She realized the loss and the sorrow, but the cloth that clung to her body meant nothing.
As the wooden box was lowered to the ground her infant babbling was silenced and she allowed the black into wash over her mind. It rolled in a hung like storm clouds that would never desert her.
***
She was older the next time black adorned her, but she was still very much a child. The black cloth covered her arms and ran past her knees in a straight skirt. Simple, plain, and bleak, just like the dead it honored.
It was now that she found the correlation between the color and her losses. She wanted to lash out at it and found herself cursing the lack of color. She wanted to wipe it from the Earth and make it so she would never have to wear it again.
***
Sitting alone on the bottom row of the steps outside the house she had been raised in, she let the bitter tears fall. The winter air bit at her arms, exposed by the thin straps of her dress. The midnight blue fabric shimmered in the moonlight, but her eyes remained dull and her makeup smeared.
Her heart was breaking, the deep blue of the dress draining into her heart and staining it. It was supposed to be the best night of her life, but instead she spent it alone in a dress far too jovial for her shattered soul.
***
The white fabric fell in luxurious waves from her shoulders. Multi-colored lights from the stained glass windows of the steeple danced off the sequins in the bodice of the dress. The white contrasted with the bright blush on her cheeks as her lips curved into a smile.
The colors of her clothing had previously brought tears to her eyes, but now as she smiled a grin wider than I had ever engendered, it made my own eyes water. Lowering the veil over her eyes, I took her lace covered arm.
