♕ in your hands

[matilda leigh alexander]

the two halves of my heart

-----it had been a bittersweet day for the blonde girl of only nineteen, some nice looking lady with bright green eyes came into the shelter and adopted one of matilda's favorite dogs today. the girl had to realize the fact that the brown dog, busker, was in a better place with a loving owner and that made the situation much more glorious in her eyes. other than that, it passed by rather smoothly and before she knew it, it was time to go home. after feeding the animals and saying goodnight to each and everyone of them, she closed down the shelter and walked to her house. luckily, it was nearby. going to art school and working as a waitress meant that she had to be careful of how she spent her money, which meant she never felt the need in investing in an automobile. once the blue eyed girl arrived at her home, she opened the door letting the familiar stench of cigarette smoke fill her lungs. she loved coming home to her mom, yet she did have some qualms with her mothers nasty habit. dropping her bag near the door, she closed the door behind her and walked over to her mother's bed room. she opened the door and bites her lip at the sight of her mother; poor thing was sitting down on her bed, looking at geriatric family albums. "hey momma," a smile meekly appeared on her frangible features once she finished her statement. "what're you doing?" the questioned ease out through her lips in the form of a soft murmur as she stepped toward the bed and sat down closer to her mother while coincidentally trying to avoid the harmful cigarette smoke coming from the white stick in between her mother's fingers.

tag: amber as elaine.

[elaine ruth alexander]

Ellie was sitting cross-legged in the center of the king-sized bed she and her husband had once shared. Her hair was dripping with water from the shower she had taken, and her lanky body was wrapped in a pastel green towel that brought out the freckles scattered about her face, shoulders, chest, and back. Her right hand turned the pages of the photo album resting on the comforter, and the index and middle fingers of her left hand firmly held a cigarette. She brought the cancer stick to her mouth and took a quick drag from it. She did not exhale as quickly as she probably should have, but it did not bother her. She had been smoking since the age of sixteen, so the simple act of smoking was like second nature to her. She sighed quietly as she brought the white stick back to her mouth and took another drag. Her daughter appeared in the doorway, and she looked up at her from behind her glasses.

"Hey, baby," she stated, lowering her gaze back to the pictures that lined the countless pages. Donald had taken most of the pictures in the album. He had been a photographer, so there were few pictures of him. But those that Ellie did have, she cherished. The young girl sat to her mother's left on the bed, and the older woman switched the cigarette from her left hand to her right. Smoke continued to rise from it. "Oh, nothing. Just looking through some pictures." She shrugged her shoulders and looked at the young girl. The corners of her lips curved upwards into a gentle smile as she straightened her back, cautiously making sure that the towel did not come unwrapped from around her shapeless body. "I ordered a pizza. It's gonna take a while though since they're busy."