♛ Mon bijou, on those darker nights when I feel more alone than ever, I often close my eyes, and imagine you near, nestled against Louis and I as he reads us one of your favorite stories. You were always as much mine as his, and we both belonged to you. Was it fate that led him to find you? Was it fate that forced me with burning purpose to keep you with us? I remember your scent – lavender, white gardenia, and chrysanthemums. Spring captured and reformed into the perfect little girl. We love you still. 

[Bedtime story by Endymiasyzygy] livingdollclaudia