“Ah… Everyone… Such kind words…”
“But… I’m afraid the pain is a little too much. But even with those cruel words, I do not hate those people. They are cruel and will hopefully learn to grow to be beautiful, on the inside.”
“Thank you again.”
“You haters… are you pleased? Does it make you feel better than you ripped a hole in the Mother Elf’s heart? Not just hers either. Mine and our moderator’s… Does it make you feel good about yourself? Here’s just a line from a hater’s mail:
“You are a terrible mother elf. I know someone who could do better than you. And, no offense, your art needs improvement. Again, no offense.”
NO OFFENSE?! YOU JUST CALLED US A TERRIBLE BLOG!! I WILL TAKE OFFENSE TO THAT!! Because, honestly, we knew we weren’t the best, due to time and our moderator’s life getting in the way of her drawing.
Does sending hate make you feel like a better person? Have you EVER been on the other end of that hate? The entirety of the Mother Elf’s existence was bearing that pain, holding her tongue, being silent. Our Moderator was the same, having to hold her tongue so she wouldn’t get in trouble.”
The Dark elf tears apart the note in her hand, growling.
“Now, here’s a message for the anonymous haters around tumblr…
You can go and fall somewhere and feel like we do when you hate on us. Where we feel like we’ve been shoved to the ground and no one offers to help us. Sometimes, that hate can lead to people wanting to kill themselves. HATE ISN’T FUNNY! And it doesn’t help a person in anyway.”