[Waiting for him on her bed on the night of Christmas Eve is a gift. Whenever they stumble back into the room, pleasantly drunk and full of good cheer, she'll be sure to point it out to him.
The first thing he'll see inside the box is one of her rings. She has so many that she wears, and she's given one away this Christmas to those that hold a permanent and very special place in her heart. No matter what may happen, she wants him to always have a piece of her to hold onto. The ring is one she wears frequently, and he may even observe it being absent from her thumb on Christmas Eve. It's special because it's one that she always uses to twirl and alleviate her anxiety - which she needs less and less often these days. It's small and silver, with the tiniest little ruby star stone.
There's also a handmade leather journal, pocket sized, with odds and ends of different sorts of papers that Clara has had to cut and bind together to make something. There's lined paper and blank paper, and even a few pieces of graphing paper in there too. On the first page is a sketch of a raven flying through a starry sky, with thorns wrapped around its wings and trailing down the page to create a border. The thorns eventually become vines, with flowers blossoming in beautiful full color at the bottom of the page. There's parts of one of her favorite poems written among the vines that turn to flowers, written by Sylvia Plath.
Not easy to state the change you made.
If I’m alive now, then I was dead,
Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,
Staying put according to habit.
You didn’t just tow me an inch, no
Nor leave me to set my small bald eye
Skyward again, without hope, of course,
Of apprehending blueness, or stars.
When he turns the page onto the back, there's a drawing of his Ouroboros tattoo there. She's studied it enough while they lay together that it's a perfect likeness. It takes up the entire page, with a second part of the poem written the bottom loop of the tattoo.
I shone, mice-scaled, and unfolded
To pour myself out like a fluid
Among bird feet and the stems of plants.
I wasn’t fooled. I knew you at once.
The last phrase is underlined and bolded. To remind him that she always sees him. No matter what may happen.]
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The first thing he'll see inside the box is one of her rings. She has so many that she wears, and she's given one away this Christmas to those that hold a permanent and very special place in her heart. No matter what may happen, she wants him to always have a piece of her to hold onto. The ring is one she wears frequently, and he may even observe it being absent from her thumb on Christmas Eve. It's special because it's one that she always uses to twirl and alleviate her anxiety - which she needs less and less often these days. It's small and silver, with the tiniest little ruby star stone.
There's also a handmade leather journal, pocket sized, with odds and ends of different sorts of papers that Clara has had to cut and bind together to make something. There's lined paper and blank paper, and even a few pieces of graphing paper in there too. On the first page is a sketch of a raven flying through a starry sky, with thorns wrapped around its wings and trailing down the page to create a border. The thorns eventually become vines, with flowers blossoming in beautiful full color at the bottom of the page. There's parts of one of her favorite poems written among the vines that turn to flowers, written by Sylvia Plath.
Not easy to state the change you made.
If I’m alive now, then I was dead,
Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,
Staying put according to habit.
You didn’t just tow me an inch, no
Nor leave me to set my small bald eye
Skyward again, without hope, of course,
Of apprehending blueness, or stars.
When he turns the page onto the back, there's a drawing of his Ouroboros tattoo there. She's studied it enough while they lay together that it's a perfect likeness. It takes up the entire page, with a second part of the poem written the bottom loop of the tattoo.
I shone, mice-scaled, and unfolded
To pour myself out like a fluid
Among bird feet and the stems of plants.
I wasn’t fooled. I knew you at once.
The last phrase is underlined and bolded. To remind him that she always sees him. No matter what may happen.]