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weightofworlds-blog1 · 6 years

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GIANT CHARACTER SURVEY

[ tagged by ]: @eloquated [ tagging ]: if you’d like to do it, feel free!

G E N E R A L

[ name ]: Catarina Loss [ nicknames ]: Cat, if you must. [ birthday ]: I know that it was in early to mid August, but keeping track of the date was difficult in those days, and my mother was uneducated. But really, what does it matter? I’m immortal. Birthdays are hardly an occasion. [ birthplace ]: Lisbon, Portugal [ age ]: Don’t you know that it’s rude to ask a lady her age? [ eye color ]: Naturally, they’re blue. Under the glamour I usually wear, they’re dark brown. [ height ]: 5″4 [ weight ]: Really? First my age, and now my weight? I’m fit, according to the BMI index, and since I’m a nurse, I would know. [ nationality ]: That answer to that question is a bit more complicated than it seems. My mother was originally from Africa, but taken to Portugal to be a slave. I was born there. My father, however -- well. He has no nationality, nor do I care. [ astrological sign ]: Leo [ location ]: My apartment in Brooklyn, New York. [ siblings ]: My mother had no other children. I suppose I could have some half siblings, somewhere, but I have never cared to find out. [ pets ]: I’m a nurse. Having pet hair all over my clothing would be unhygienic. Besides, I’m never home enough to take care of one. Perhaps when Madzie is older, though! [ in the morning i’m ]: either coming home from a shift at the hospital, or on my way to one. [ all i need is ]: coffee and a great deal of patience. [ love is ]: the reason we are all here. The love of our parents, the love of each other -- ultimately, it is why I live the way I do, why my life is dedicated to healing and the daughter I’ve adopted. [ i’m afraid of ]: loss. Being unable to protect Madzie. Failing at the job I’ve chosen. I’m afraid of many things, but the centuries have taught me to live despite these fears. [ i dream about ]: Usually? Camping trips far away from civilization.

H A V E . Y O U . E V E R ?

[pictured your crush naked?] Oh, for heaven’s sake. Yes. I suppose I have. [ used someone? ]: I have lived for a long time, and I have made mistakes. Yes. I have. [ been used? ]: Yes. [ been cheated on? ]: Technically, I suppose so. But I was not invested in the relationship, and he knew it -- so I’m not sure he can be blamed for that decision. [ considered cheating? ]: No. If i don’t want to be in a relationship any longer, I end it. [ been kissed? ]: I am not a nun, so. Yes. [ done something you regret? ]: Can anyone live for as long as I have without regrets? I find it unlikely.

F A V O R I T E

[ food? ]: Lately, I’ve been rather partial to Kung Pao chicken. [ fruit? ]: Apples. [ candy? ]: Snickers. I eat an embarrassing amount of them from the vending machine in the hospital break room. [ color? ]: Embarrassingly enough, I’m partial to blue. [ number? ]: I can honestly say I have never had a favorite number. [ animal? ]: Doves. The symbolism behind them is rather beautiful. [ drink? ]: Coffee. Or craft beer, depending on the circumstance. [ soda? ]: Coke. [ book? ]: The Princess Bride. Harlequin romances. [ room? ]: My living room. Or Ragnor’s office, though I certainly wouldn’t tell him that! [ movie? ]: Gone With the Wind

D O . Y O U ?

[ have a boyfriend/girlfriend? ]: No. [ like cleaning? ]: Absolutely not. For that, I use magic. [ have a tattoo? ]: No. [ have any piercings? ]: My ears are pierced. [ cheat on tests/homework? ]: I never had a formalized education, so I never really had the opportunity. [ drink/smoke? ]: Drink, yes. Smoke? That’s a repulsive habit, even if I am immortal and cannot die from lung cancer. [ swear a lot? ]: I suppose that would depend on your definition of ‘a lot.’ I try to keep it to a minimum around Madzie. [ like watching sunrises or sunset? ]: If I have the time, yes. [ pray? ]: Not in a long time. [ go to church? ]: No. [ have secrets? ]: No, of course not. No secrets at all. [ have a best friend? ]: Magnus Bane or Ragnor Fell -- I refuse to even attempt to pick between them. Magnus would pout for ages, and Ragnor would become even more prickly. [ like your own handwriting? ]: I may not be a doctor, but my handwriting tends to resemble that of one, unfortunately.

A R E . Y O U ?

[ obsessive? ]: Does anyone admit readily to being obsessive? I suppose some people may think my dedication to healing is obsessive, but it isn’t. [ excited? ]: Under the right circumstances! [ bored? ]: I live with a five year old, and have a high pressure job. When do I have time to be bored? [ happy? ]: Most days. [ missing someone? ]: Always. [ confused? ]: Only when discussing fashion with Magnus. [ tired? ]: Again, I live with a five year old and work in a hospital. What do you think? [ mad? ]: At this moment? No. [ sleepy? ]: Are sleepy and tired two different things now? I’m not answering this twice.

D O . Y O U . E V E R ?

[ wait around just to talk to someone? ]: I’m not a teenaged girl, so no. [ write about those ‘special’ moments? ]: No. [ wish you were a member of the opposite sex? ]: I used to, frequently. Men could become doctors, officially, and had many more opportunities in the medical field. I am happy with where I am, now, but I would have liked the opportunity to do something different.

W H O . W A S . T H E . L A S T . P E R S O N . W H O ?

[ you talked to? ]: Magnus -- he called to check in an hour or so ago. [ you hugged? ]: Madzie, before bed. [ you kissed? ]: Also Madzie, on the forehead, after I tucked her in. [ sent you a letter? ]: Do fire messages count? I believe that was Tessa. [ you sent a letter to? ]: A response to Tessa, most likely. [ you laughed with? ]: One of the other nurses. Humor in the ER is always important. [ slept in your bed? ]: Madzie, after a nightmare. [ you shared a drink with? ]: Does Magnus stealing sips of my wine count? [ you went to the movies with? ]: I have no idea. I haven’t seen a movie in a theater in a very long time. [ yelled at you? ]: Ah, a parent of a patient I could not save. The girl was only thirteen, and her mother was distraught. I didn’t blame her for yelling. [ you called? ]: The babysitter, to be sure she was still able to watch Madzie during my shift today. [ you kicked? ]: I haven’t kicked anyone in recent memory -- is that something that people normally do? [ you saw? ]: Madzie, before I put her to bed.

W H O . I S ?

[ the most handsome person you know? ]: Hm. I’ve always thought that Ragnor was rather nice to look at. [ the weirdest person you know? ]: Most certainly Magnus. [ the funniest person you know? ]: I think I’ll award that one to Simon Lewis. [ the loudest person you know? ]: That would be my darling daughter, after she has had a chance to warm up to everyone in the room. [ the quietest person you know? ]: Tessa, maybe? [ the sweetest person you know? ]: Though she has been gone for many years, this title will always go to my mother -- a woman who risked her life every day for eighteen years to look after a blue, magical child. [ the most serious person you know? ]: Ragnor, I expect. [ your best friend? ]: Again? I still refuse to pick between the two of them. [ the person you hate the most? ]: Valentine Morganstern. If what he did to the Downworld was not enough, what he did to Madzie would have put him at the top of that list on its own. [ the person you see most? ]: Madzie. [ your soul-mate? ]: I don’t believe in this nonsense.

W H A T . I S ?

[ the first thing you thought of when you woke up? ]: Madzie - she was bouncing at the edge of my mattress! [ the song that best describes you? ]: This one. [ your best feature? ]: I’m rather partial to my hair. [ your most treasured memory? ]: When I was very young, my mother took me to the river near our home. It was always just the two of us -- this was long before I knew what a glamour was, let alone how to use one -- but I got to leave the cottage, and was able to run around and chase after butterflies while my mother watched. I treasure all of the time I spent with her, but these memories are some of my favorites.

I N . T H E . F U T U R E

[ what is the age you hope to get married? ]: I hardly thing age is the important factor in that decision. [ number and names of kids? ]: I have raised a child already, and his name was Aurelio, and now I have Madzie. I can’t say that I will never take in another, though I’m fairly content now. [ where do you see yourself at age twenty? ]: Oh, for the love of -- [ describe your dream wedding? ]: I have no idea. I’ve given up on dreaming of such things, for the most part. [ when and how do you want to die? ]: This is a fairly morbid question! I suppose I’d like to die peacefully, somehow. [ what are your career plans? ]: I’ve been a healer for hundreds of years, and don’t plan on changing that anytime soon. [ some place you’d like to visit? ]: I’d like to return to Portugal, someday. I always enjoy London, as well.

L A S T . T I M E

[ last time you went out of state? ]: The last time I went hiking with Ragnor, before his death. [ last time you were outside? ]: On my way home from the hospital this evening. [ last time you had a snowball fight? ]: I don’t think I ever have! [ last time you were listening to music? ]: I have jazz playing now, actually.

O T H E R

[ how many people would you say are good friends of yours? ]: Friends that are still alive? 2. [ what hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? ]: Emotional. [ have you felt this recently? ]: Grief is the worst sort of emotional pain, and we have all suffered loss, lately. [ what do you wear to bed? ]: sweats, usually. [ when’s the last time you slept with a stuffed animal? ]: Madzie brought her bear to bed last time she had a nightmare and climbed in with me, so then, I guess. [ have you ever used a ouija board? ]: No. I prefer not to interact with the spiritual realm. [ how many rings before you pick up the phone? ]: Admittedly, I’m awful at answering the phone. Usually, it rings until it goes to voicemail, and I have to call back later.

#headcanons: catarina loss #GIANT survey yikes

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kcmvrebi-blog · 7 years

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Mistakes Happens and That’s Okay

Characters: Nicholas Neilson, Caleb Norwood Word count: 2,040 Triggers: None Summary/Note: Nick had an accident. Bad enough to make him want to curl up in a ball and never let himself reach to the light ever again. Thankfully he had someone to help him learn a valuable lesson relating to mistakes. // I actually had a similar accident a few days ago that made a bad rash on my thighs. I'm fine now, but the negativity got to me, and I wanted to write what I needed to remind myself when I come across that kind of situations again.

The laughters, stretched out with great strength and high on delight, were distinct throughout the Chinese restaurant, cutting through the chatting from strangers, coming from a particular set of people in a table. Only there was Nick along with Caleb, Rhys, Peregrine, and Lexus, enjoying their moment together as they originally planned on going out to eat simply out of fun after it had been a long day at work.

All of their minds were clouded from the hysteria they were experiencing with it running madly fast within their veins, and having it blocked Nick’s awareness of his surrounding, he didn't know better on being careful to what was he doing when he was reaching his hand over to the table to give a quick slap on Rhys’, who was playfully going for his icecream from the other side where he was sitting.

It happened under a dead second no one could react quickly enough in stopping a small bowl of hot soup that was being knocked aside from Nick’s arm, having most of the dish spilled across on his lap. The computer programmer uttered a yell and pushed himself out of his seat, gasping and wincing at the intense stings that were spreading in his thighs like wildfire ( —- created by his idiotic action, would the pain remind him ).

He thought the world around him became utterly silent upon his shout. He wished it was just his imagination, but when he realized literally everyone in the restaurant had pairs of eyes fixed entirely and only on his quivering presence and the mess he had made, he couldn't feel himself anymore but the stinging within where the soup fell on, as a feeble choke escaped from him.

He felt like a pathetic fucking child who just pissed their pants.

At the dreadful thought, mind burnt, chest filled with heavy smokes, and brown eyes tearing badly from the overwhelming embarrassment, Nick instantly shut himself down, away from the reality.

He couldn't even hear his own friends calling out to him. Until Caleb was able to pull his attention and have it on him, and whispered, “Nick, it's okay, breathe, it's okay...” His words were light and soft, like petal lips on wounds, comforting it was. Nick deeply breathed and was given a small, loving smile from the Star God afterward. “I'm going to take you back to your home through my teleportation power and get you clean up. Will you let me do that for you?”

For some reason, bits of electricity struck down in his spine when he managed to hear the question, noticing how Caleb lowered his voice, at the time he asked, comparing with the other words. Though it was a good kind, there was something about it that rendered him lost in wonder.

Nick was a trusting person, except for the fact his anxiety made him look otherwise, with paranoia flickering across his eyes, and fingers twitching at sides with discomfort forces washing over his soul, he breathed glass shards, always wincing at the words he would utter out loud, and bled flaws, always was there something inside of him that would throw him in an ocean of shame, stitched doll with burning throat and widened eyes full of black dots.

But once Caleb approached into his life, it was like a hand reaching out close towards him into the sea, and it was the first time did Nick believe it is real before he took it without his mind screaming and whirling at him in uncertainty. It was a call of the miracle.

He was somewhat unsure why he trusted the Sagittarian the most out of all people he had met and befriended, and not to be biased with how they were technically in a love relationship at the moment, as he considers him close to him, but Caleb... If one were to be able to push pass all of the things that portray solely on his obnoxious manner, he spoke and gestured in a language that was defined beauty in its purest form: kindness, genuine and understanding.

Many people knew how to use it, but to Nick, it wasn't as fluent and powerful, in contrast to the Star doing it. It wasn't the same without Caleb’s lips gently curled up into a smile, sympathy and patience carefully dripping over behind teeth, either after he gave his support or gaze at a person straight in their eyes with the heavy silence folding between them ( what he loved about it was he never looked away, never does he break that attention he had and intensely grew attached to on them, akin to a sense they meant only to him ).

At a slow pace, almost as if doing it at least moderate would completely shatter him apart, Nick nodded. He didn't cast a glance at anything and anyone, not even at the rest of his friends, except the floor, while he was being quickly, as cautiously, led behind by Caleb who pardoned his exit with him and took him outside. By the time Caleb transferred them both inside Nick’s house, specifically his bathroom, the Celestial God gestured his pants, and assuming his boxers as well, as he was about to take down a hand shower.

Nick discarded the soaked pants and boxers in a gentle motion, so he wouldn't hurt himself more, with trembling fingers, heart racing in awkwardness, even if he trusted his friend that he wasn't internally making fun of him right now, before he picked them up and threw them at the end of a bathtub. He then positioned himself into it with parts of his clothes beside him and blinked, not wanting to make eye-contact with Caleb.

He could hear him turning the tab on and elicited a small curse from how cold the water was running as the hand shower was spraying on his thighs. His mind was already close to being swallowed in a monstrous desire to block himself out of the reality once again, but it ended from Caleb attempting to reassure him. “Hey, hey, Nick, it's okay, stay with me here.” Nick exhaled a shaky breath in response and tried to ignore the sharp feeling that was created between the stinging and the cold water.

He was given with the shower hand and that was when he looked up at his friend after he said, “I’ll be right back, I'm going to text the gang that we’re home and get you some medical treatment with your clothing. So keep the tab running for a bit more until I come back, okay?” Unable to form any words in his head, exhausted and afraid that if he were to say something, it would turn out to be something ridiculous, he just nodded.

He was left alone for what felt like a minute and Caleb arrived at the entrance with one hand carrying a container and his clothing in the other. The Mortal turned off the tab and earned a giant spot of numbness clinging in his reddened thighs. He took his tower from his friend and dried himself. He let Caleb help him put on his Hatsune Miku t-shirt along with his boxer brief and took a step out of the bathtub. Even after a cold wash, he could still feel himself burning in the end from the embarrassment.

He wondered if the God could notice how badly hot his body was but immediately waved it afterward since he doesn't want to think about it anymore to avoid embarrassing himself further more. Instead, he remained stiffly still as Caleb crouched down and took the cream from the container before he applied it to the rashes. Nick flinched at the sharp tingling that was beginning to rise again under his friend’s fingers and his cheeks were now covered in tears.

Caleb seemed to realize he was crying by the time he held his hand with his spare one and gently squeezed it, portraying one of their friendship traditions that either of them would give a little pressure on to other’s hand with their own to assure them and may get the same gesture in response to say that they're okay. “Pay attention to me. You're doing so wonderful for me, baby boy,” whispered Caleb, taking Nick’s hand close to his lips and pressed them on his soft pale skin.

Nick was starting to lose his discomfort at the praise, stomach filled with fluttering happy butterflies in pride. He attempted to do as he was told, shoving his focus more on to the kisses the God continued to give with such passion and care behind each every one of them, which he never stopped and he never let go of his, not after he was done coating his thighs with the medicine and helped him put on his pants in the end.

Not even after Nick was taken to his bedroom and was laid on the bed right next to the Star, with every atoms and vein of his vividly burning in affection, he could see it just behind his eyes, while their hands were resting on Nick’s stomach, he was staring at him — worshipping him — with a smile ( and it wasn't a sleepy kind, he didn't even seem to be exhausted at all, at him ).

Nick nearly teared up again.

“Th-thank you,” he choked, unable to resist keeping his emotions and thoughts on hold only to himself. “Thank you so much for... this, Caleb. G-God, I feel so fucking stupid.” The Mortal shook his head at himself. Either it was in a self-deprecating manner or not, a true statement was a true statement. Caleb didn't take it well though by his eyebrows furrowing as much as his muscles could pull and gave up a frown that would put the Devil in shame.

“Nicolas Neilson,” started the Sagittarian, and just saying his name had left him speechless already when he could've stopped him, “while this is pretty hypocritical of me to say when I'm still working on my confidence to it, but we all make mistakes. Some of them are greater than another, and some still haunts us from the past to now and then, but at the end of the day, if we choose not to be stubborn and admit them, we would learn a lesson behind them and we try our best to remember the consequences and what we can do to prevent it when we happen to come across to a particular situation again.”

“The point is, it’s okay to make mistakes, but what isn't okay is making them define who you are. You're not fucking stupid, Nicholas, you're a sweet baby boy who came from a fantastic cookie-making mama, and if anyone thinks otherwise, they're going to get their asses inserted with a stick than it metaphorically is, which that shit aren't worth being used as a dildo —- not that I've used it as one before, oh Hell no.”

Nick snorted in amusement at the end, and Caleb continued with more delight to see his friend was now cracking up from the tension.

“I’ve done stupid shit that isn't intended, and I try not to let them get to me in thinking that's a part of me, even if it's difficult. But... it's important to remember that in our life, there are simply things that come out of the sudden and gets in our way before it eventually goes. However we handle it, our reactions will influence how we think of ourselves, and we shouldn't ever put ourselves so lowly. But whatever mistakes it may mainly relate to, remember that nobody is perfect in a way, as we make mistakes to have experiences.”

Before Caleb finally finished with his emotional speech, he tenderly wiped the tears off of Nick’s baby cheeks and placed a sweet little kiss on his forehead.

“Experiences are meant to guide us in life, not define us.”

Nick couldn't bring himself in reacting to anything at what Caleb said to him, only did he mouthed him a gratitude, smiling, and at last, he pressed his side closer into his friend’s and gave his hand a light squeeze in return.

#Nicholas #Caleb #my writings

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ikcmcrebi-blog · 7 years

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Mistakes Happens

Characters: Nicholas Neilson, Caleb Norwood Word count: 2,040 Triggers: None Summary/Note: Nick had an accident. Nothing bad enough to make him want to curl up in a ball and never let himself reach to the light ever again. Thankfully he had someone to help him learn a valuable lesson relating to mistakes. // I actually had a similar accident few days ago that made a bad rash on my thighs. I'm fine now, but the negativity got to me, and I wanted to write what I needed to remind myself when I come across those kind of situations again.

Laughters, streched out with great strength and high on delight, were distinct throughout the Chinese restaurant, cutting through the chatting from strangers, coming from a particular set of people in a table. Only there was Nick along with Caleb, Rhys, Peregrine and Lexus, enjoying their moment together as they originally planned on going out to eat simply out of fun after it had been a long day at work.

All of their minds were clouded from the hysteria they were experiencing with it running madly fast within their veins, and having it blocked Nick’s awareness of his surrounding, he didn't know better on being careful to what was he doing when he was reaching his hand over across the table to give a quick slap on Rhys’, who was playfully going for his icecream from the other side where he was sitting.

It happened under a dead second no one could react quickly enough in stopping a small bowl of hot soup that was being knocked aside from Nick’s arm, having most of the dish spilled across on his lap. The computer programmer uttered a yell and pushed himself out of his seat, gasping and wincing at the intense stings that was spreading in his thighs like wildfire ( —- created by his idiotic action, would the pain remind him ).

He felt like a pathetic fucking child who just pissed their pants.

At the dreadful thought, mind burnt, chest filled with heavy smokes, and brown eyes tearing badly from the overwhelming embarrassment, Nick instantly shut himself down, away from the reality.

He couldn't even hear his own friends calling out to him. Until Caleb was able to pull his attention and have it on him, and whispered, “Nick, it's okay, breathe, it's okay...” His words were light and soft, like petal lips on wounds, comforting it was. Nick deeply breathed, and was given a small, loving smile from the Star God afterwards. “I'm going to take you back to your home through my teleportation power and get you clean up. Will you let me do that for you?”

But once Caleb approached into his life, it was like a hand reaching out close towards him into the sea, and it was the first time did Nick believe it being real, before he took it without his mind screaming and whirling at him in uncertainty. It was a call of miracle.

He was somewhat unsure why he trusted the Sagittarian the most out of all people he had bet and befriended, and not to be biased with how they were technically in a love relationship at the moment, as he consider him close to him, but Caleb... If one were to be able to push pass all of the things that portrays solely on his obnoxious manner, he spoke and gestured in a language that was defined beauty in its purest form, kindness, genuine and understanding.

He was given with the shower hand and that was when he looked up at his friend after he said, “I’ll be right back, I'm going to text the gang that we’re home and get you some medical treatment with your clothe. So keep the tab running for a bit more until I come back, okay?” Unable to form any words in his head, exhausted and afraid that if he were to say something, it would turn out to be something ridiculous, he just nodded.

He was left alone for what felt like a minute and Caleb arrived at the entrance with one hand carrying a container and his clothe in the other. The Mortal turned off the tab and earned a giant spot of numbness clinging in his reddened thighs. He took his tower from his friend and dried himself. He let Caleb help him put on his Hatsune Miku t-shirt along with his boxer brief and took a step out of the bathtub. Even after a cold wash, he could still feel himself burning in the end from the embarrassment.

He wondered if the God could notice how badly hot his body was, but immediately waved it afterwards since he doesn't want to think about it anymore to avoid embarrassing himself further more. Instead he remained stiffly still as Caleb crouched down and took the cream from the container before he applied it to the rashes. Nick flinched at the sharp tingling that was beginning to rise again under his friend’s fingers and his cheeks were now covered in tears.

Caleb seemed to realize he was crying by the time he held his hand with his spare one and gently squeezed it, portraying one of their friendship traditions that either of them would give a little pressure on to other’s hand with their own to assure them and may get the same gesture in response to say that they're okay. “Pay attention to me. You're doing so wonderful for me, baby boy.” whispered Caleb, taking Nick’s hand close to his lips and pressed with them on his soft pale skin.

Not even after Nick was taken to his bedroom and was laid on the bed right next to the Star, with every atoms and veins of his vividly burning in affection, he could see it just behind his eyes, while their hands was resting on Nick’s stomach, he was staring at him — worshipping him — with a smile ( and it wasn't a sleepy kind, he didn't even seem to be exhausted at all, at him ).

Nick nearly teared up again.

“Th-thank you,” he choked, unable to resist keeping his emotions and thoughts on held only to himself. “Thank you so much for... this, Caleb. G-God, I feel so fucking stupid.” The Mortal shook his head at himself. Either it was in a self-deprecating manner or not, a true statement was a true statement. Caleb didn't take it well though by his eyebrows furrowing as much as his muscles could pull and gave up a frown that would put the Devil in shame.

“The point is, it’s okay to make mistakes, but what isn't okay is making them define who you are. You're not fucking stupid, Nicholas, you're a sweet baby boy who came from a fantastic cookie-making mama, and if anyone think otherwise, they're going to get their asses inserted with a stick than it metaphorically is, which that shit aren't worth being used as a dildo —- not that I've used it as one before, oh Hell no.”

Nick snorted in amusement at the end, and Caleb continued with more delight to see his friend was now cracking up from the tension.

“I’ve done stupid shit that isn't intentionally, and I try not to let them get to me in thinking that's a part of me, even if it's difficult. But... it's important to remember that in our life, there's simply things that comes out of the sudden and gets in our way before it eventually goes. However we handle it, our reactions will influence how we think of ourselves, and we shouldn't ever put ourselves so lowly. But whatever mistakes it may mainly relate to, remember that nobody is perfect in a way, as we make mistakes to have experiences.”

Before Caleb finally finished with his emotional speech, he tenderly wiped the tears off of Nick’s baby cheeks and placed a sweet little kiss on his forehead.

“Experiences are meant to guide us in life, not define us.”

#Nicholas #Caleb #my writings

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