@andrnyi liked the starter call.

the gentle, constant rocking of the orient express caused the woman’s eyes to feel heavy, to sting with exhaustion as a result of countless, too many sleepless nights. the smell of perfume lingered in the air, combined with a mixture of cigarette smoke and toxic liquid dripping from a small, crystal bottle. dim lights that played across her features as caroline brushed her hand through helena’s golden hair. 

beautiful in a way hers would never be again, soft as it slipped like water through her aged fingers; her daughter’s head on her lap, as though time had never passed and she was still a little, innocent girl. untouched by both grief and loss, such an impossible thought painting a saddened smile across caroline’s mouth. ❝ what’s in your mind, honey? ❞ voice a low whisper, careful not to disturb the quietness that had settled around them. ❝ i can leave if you want me to. ❞