It as though you are under a spell as you write, and you weave that spell all around us until we are in its thrall.
As we read this, we wonder, has she gone mad? Has sorrow and despair driven her to the point where Ashton blooms from longing? He fills a void. He is like you, clever at fixing things. He is the child you never had.
You offer enough of a backstory for us to believe in the physical Ashton. And yet, sorrow and longing are powerful forces. They can create from ether the chimera of a real boy.
It doesn't matter. Ashton glowed. He "glittered up the place like a damn candle". That's all that matters.
A powerful, beautiful piece, @itsostylish
Thank you so much @theinkwell. I’m so very pleased that you enjoyed my piece ❤️🤗❤️🤗❤️🤗😁😁😁