The date was 27 May 2012, time was 1400 hours. Azur was sleeping comfortably with his plush velvet blanket over him. Somehow, the sleep was disrupted by someone. It might be her, Azur thought. Her presence was expected, sooner or later. Still in a daze, Azur felt someone picking him up, and before he could yell, he was dropped, shattered. Murder scene was ugly. Messy… yet, powdery and glittery…
It was an accident. Don’t accidents happen all the time? I didn’t mean to drop Azur. I have been admiring from afar, refraining from physical contact, and when I finally succumbed, my hands were shaky. It all happened so fast that when I was done screaming, it was too late. There was nothing much left to be salvaged. I cleaned up the mess, but I couldn’t put Azur back together.
It was especially painful to see a big chunk of Azur’s body part, severed from its original place, waiting to be put back into place. I tried, but Azur would never be the same. Ever again. I am still very sad, and I still think back to that day, a playback repeating in my mind, thinking how things could have been different. *sob*
Oh Azur, who hailed from Dior… may you rest in peace. I will always remember you in your full glory, and I will show them, my readers… of what this post could have been. Here it is.
You will be remembered….
Have you dropped and murdered your makeup before? This palette was brand new and I think my heart broke at the same time it did. This is the first time it happened to me. Have you encountered something like this before? What happened?
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