Delicate

      In an abandoned house, there resides a vase. The vase was once filled with colorful flowers which changed every month. It was once surrounded by the bright sunlight and it was once witnessed the jolly kids of each generation it served in. The vase was once a heirloom of one of the known families in the region. It once stood with beauty and excellence.

      The vase resided in the house for centuries, multiple generations had it seen.

      Many years passed, the newest generation came, modern times entered and the heirloom was soon forgotten. The once filled with vibrant colorful flowers, the once standing with beauty was now filled with dirt and cobwebs. What was once the epitome of beauty now looks dull and dusty. And as a few more generations pass, the vase was completely forgotten.

      In the year 2015, there hit a big storm that struck the beloved home, the family was forced to evacuate and leave behind all things the don't seem to care about anymore.

      As the family left their own home, they left the vase all alone, as years passed the vase grew lonely and became fragile. It lived alone in an abandoned house, nothing to hold onto but itself.

      As it grew old it felt multiple emotions, it was in the brink of letting go. But before it did, there appeared in front of it two figures. Promising to keep it safe, there it knew it was. Two figures seeing the hidden beauty and took it home, there they called it delicate.

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