1997:
“george? george?” slyvia luciens whispers to her husband of two years, gently yet impatiently shaking him to wake up. you see, slyvia luciens is nine months and two days pregnant with her first child, and her water just broke. she had a bit of a rude awakening from the little one, who brought a massive pain to the girl’s abdomen at nearly 03:00. 02:47, to be exact.
george’s eyes slowly flutter open, but as soon as he hears the subtle panic in slyvia’s voice, he shoots up, wide awake. “is it time?” he asks softly, and earns a small nod in return from slyvia. she smiles then, whispering, “it’s time,” softly back to him, and gripping his hand.
their son isn’t an easy mover, and he takes sixteen hours until he is finally earthbound. both george and slyvia hold hands again, george helping her breathe and wiping her tears with his thumb, kissing her forehead and mumbling, “you did it,” over and over again in her ear. she responds with, “no. we did it.”
“right. we did it.” george repeats.
the baby is brought back from being cleaned and checked up, and he is healthy. slyvia holds him quietly for a moment, savoring the memory before she softly speaks his name, for the very first time. “nice to meet you, ezra george luciens. you’re going to have the best life.”
2004:
ezra is seven years old when he first picks up a guitar. it may be a cheap, plastic, amazon order with colors that are painful to look at for too long, but it’s his, and he could not be happier.
every night, twenty minutes before his curfew, he plays a little show for his parents in the living room, and they love it. they applaud and praise him every time, with mum even bringing him roses she ‘bought’... from the dining room’s vase. she puts them back after tucking little ezzie into bed.
and every night, she whispers to george, “he’s going to be a star someday.” and george agrees with her.
2007:
slyvia comes home from the doctor, after having been there nearly all day. she’d been getting sick constantly for the past few weeks. originally, she believed it to be a case of food poisoning, and it would disappear as quickly as it came. but as it continued to happen, she worried.
when she opens the door to the house, her petite body immidiately engulfs her husband in a longing embrace, and she weakly whispers to him through soft sobs, “i don’t want to die.”
slyvia luciens was diagnosed with rather severe lung cancer in june of 2007.
she goes through therapy after therapy, treatments that she cannot count after three, but her body doesn’t seem to think it’s nearly enough. and though she fought so well, and so hard, she passed away in november of that same year.
the effect was incredible on george, but even moreso on ezra, who stopped leaving his room. for a while, he never left it. his mother was his best friend, and now, he didn’t have a best friend anymore. he was lost.
2013:
six years. after six years, ezra still isn’t completely healed from the death of his mother. he has gotten better at leaving his room, at least for meals, and he attends school more often.
it’s nearing his birthday, and his father has bought him a guitar. a real one. not a plastic amazon one. not a guitar hero one with batteries removed. a real, working, acoustic guitar.
ezra is ecstatic at his gift, and cries when his father tells him the reason he bought it. to make his mother happy. “she would have loved to see you play a real one. she always saw the star in you.” ezra glances towards the sky, mumbling a thank you to his mother, with mist fogging his vision.
he wipes his eyes, and begins mindlessly strumming. he stops, and hugs his father, thanking him for the gift.
when the day nears its end, ezra continues the melody he’d practiced earlier, and that song later becomes nana, to commemorate his mother.
2015:
after eight years of healing, and even a few online therapy sessions, ezra finally begins to see a light at the end of the tunnel.
he even meets a girl. her name is wendy.
wendy and ezra begin dating the same year they meet, closer to the new year; december 29, and they feel perfect for each other. they share kisses under the moonlight, hold hands as they walk the halls, and just genuinely feel natural together.
however, all that’s perfect, must come to an end, as perfect is a mere exaggeration in the human mind.
wendy begins to grow distant, and eventually confesses to being unsure of her sexuality. a month later, she lets him go, coming out to him as lesbian. he supports her, and their breakup is enitrely mutual. they stay friends from then on, and he starts to realize how much she reminds him of his mother. so, he performs nana for her, and she appreciates it.
she appreciates it so much, she tells their classmates about it, and word spreads around quickly. his old primary school contacts him to ask if he can perform for the first years, and he obliges. this catches the attention of three tutors from the same school he currently attends, who also play instruments and sing.
they form a band; not for the faint-hearted.
this year, and the years following, are the best years of his life, and he can feel slyvia smiling down to him each time he performs.
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VI
EZ
BAMBS
ANGEL
VIOLET
for as little as i’ve known you, we have still bonded over just each other’s presence. you are such an absolute joy to write with and to be around! here’s to many more! for your princess counterpart, i picked belle. you seem the most like belle to me; calm, assertive, regal, and very poised and kind. keep smiling!
— ez.
EZRA
my lovely name twin! i adore you very much, even if we have only just met. i chose rapunzel for you, because of course, how could i not? you ARE rapunzel. i can see why she’s your favourite. i hope you continue to smile, sweet girl.
— ez.
BAMBI
lovely little bambi! i would have picked bambi for your counterpart if i weren’t sticking to disney princesses only. your princess is giselle! highly underrated, and underappreciated as well. you deserve so much love, and i hope you find it soon. never stop smiling, and keep that good energy radiating from you.
— ez.
ANGEL
angel, you’re such a soft, sweet soul. i appreciate you for you, and you shouldn’t change for anyone. you remind me of jasmine, always going for what you want, and you won’t take no as an answer. i hope you’ll always smile! smiling is the greatest asset to have.
— ez.
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