"Am I dead?"
The woman-- My mother continues smiling, shakes her head, takes a siège on the couch. Rests those summer-rain irises on me, takes in my shock, confusion, the volume of questions written across my expression.
"My God," she breaths, "My little girl's all grown up."
"Mom.. I don't understand," I barely notice the tears slipping down my cheeks. "You died in that fire. toi and Dad both.." A too-hopeful thought occurs to me and I find myself glancing around the room in chercher of the answer to the question I ask next. "Is he here, too?"
I wonder if I imagine the sad shadow drawn from her smile par the question. Then again, I must be imagining all of this.
"No. Your father and Daemian have both moved on."
"Why haven't you?"
"Because, Aryess, I wanted to talk to you." My expression must betray the terror I feel. My brain reminding me none of this could possibly exist, my cœur, coeur yearning me to get closer to my mother. She pats the cushion beside her, and my cœur, coeur wins. I'm sitting beside her before I realize it. Her hand brushes away the stream of loss sliding down my cheeks. The contact of her skin against mine as she brushes away the tears feels so real and I want so much for it to be.
"I know about Declan. I know about Riley. I know toi were an assassin, that toi were killed par them. Because they wanted me," I turn my head, breaking the contact before it breaks me. "What's there to talk about, Mom?"
"Everything, sweetheart toi are so young, toi can't understand all of this yet. And I wouldn't want toi to."
"Why? I know it's not your fault toi had to leave, but I need your help!" I'm suddenly frustrated, angry. My life has become a mystery and no matter how hard I chercher for clues, all I find is riddles. "Nothing makes sense anymore!" I feel vulnerable, like my mother has cracked my cœur, coeur open and thoughts, feelings, pain flows with my blood. "I don't want to keep screwing everything up." I let my head fall, shoulder slump, surrender myself and remember this is what having a mother is like. Someone who could catch toi as toi fell and teach toi how to fly all over again. How did I forget this feeling in a short 8 years?
"I can't fix everything for you," she says in a mournful tone. "I'm so sorry I can't be there for toi forever. I wish I could go back with you, but I can't do that. But you're strong. And toi can overcome the difficulties that face you."
I feel like a helpless eight-year-old as I say, "But I can't. It's to much, there's so much. Mom, please. Please come back. Help me."
"I can't do that," she repeats, stroking my hair gently with those warm, too-real fingers. "But there are those who can. Those who toi can trust. Isn't there someone toi love, Aryess? Someone toi want to be with forever?"
An image of dark hair, handsome, well defined features, and steely grey eyes, God, those eyes, flashes through my mind. I feel the heat crawl up my neck and spread across my cheeks. My mother's smile reappears at the blush.
"See?"
"But what if I'm only putting him in danger?"
"If he's the one for you, you'll be able to keep him safe. You'll protect each other."
I meet her eyes, the crystal-blue eyes belonging to my brothers, my nephew, the mother that I will forever miss. I don't want to let this feeling of being so close to her, of being so secure, safe, to ever fade away. But I can't find my foothold as the world falls out beneath me and the darkness takes over once again.
The woman-- My mother continues smiling, shakes her head, takes a siège on the couch. Rests those summer-rain irises on me, takes in my shock, confusion, the volume of questions written across my expression.
"My God," she breaths, "My little girl's all grown up."
"Mom.. I don't understand," I barely notice the tears slipping down my cheeks. "You died in that fire. toi and Dad both.." A too-hopeful thought occurs to me and I find myself glancing around the room in chercher of the answer to the question I ask next. "Is he here, too?"
I wonder if I imagine the sad shadow drawn from her smile par the question. Then again, I must be imagining all of this.
"No. Your father and Daemian have both moved on."
"Why haven't you?"
"Because, Aryess, I wanted to talk to you." My expression must betray the terror I feel. My brain reminding me none of this could possibly exist, my cœur, coeur yearning me to get closer to my mother. She pats the cushion beside her, and my cœur, coeur wins. I'm sitting beside her before I realize it. Her hand brushes away the stream of loss sliding down my cheeks. The contact of her skin against mine as she brushes away the tears feels so real and I want so much for it to be.
"I know about Declan. I know about Riley. I know toi were an assassin, that toi were killed par them. Because they wanted me," I turn my head, breaking the contact before it breaks me. "What's there to talk about, Mom?"
"Everything, sweetheart toi are so young, toi can't understand all of this yet. And I wouldn't want toi to."
"Why? I know it's not your fault toi had to leave, but I need your help!" I'm suddenly frustrated, angry. My life has become a mystery and no matter how hard I chercher for clues, all I find is riddles. "Nothing makes sense anymore!" I feel vulnerable, like my mother has cracked my cœur, coeur open and thoughts, feelings, pain flows with my blood. "I don't want to keep screwing everything up." I let my head fall, shoulder slump, surrender myself and remember this is what having a mother is like. Someone who could catch toi as toi fell and teach toi how to fly all over again. How did I forget this feeling in a short 8 years?
"I can't fix everything for you," she says in a mournful tone. "I'm so sorry I can't be there for toi forever. I wish I could go back with you, but I can't do that. But you're strong. And toi can overcome the difficulties that face you."
I feel like a helpless eight-year-old as I say, "But I can't. It's to much, there's so much. Mom, please. Please come back. Help me."
"I can't do that," she repeats, stroking my hair gently with those warm, too-real fingers. "But there are those who can. Those who toi can trust. Isn't there someone toi love, Aryess? Someone toi want to be with forever?"
An image of dark hair, handsome, well defined features, and steely grey eyes, God, those eyes, flashes through my mind. I feel the heat crawl up my neck and spread across my cheeks. My mother's smile reappears at the blush.
"See?"
"But what if I'm only putting him in danger?"
"If he's the one for you, you'll be able to keep him safe. You'll protect each other."
I meet her eyes, the crystal-blue eyes belonging to my brothers, my nephew, the mother that I will forever miss. I don't want to let this feeling of being so close to her, of being so secure, safe, to ever fade away. But I can't find my foothold as the world falls out beneath me and the darkness takes over once again.
Brendan stood in his Navy uniform in silence.
"Why....why did toi do it?" He pulled off his hat, and stared at the memorial, it was a tribute to the fallen soldiers. Brendan dipped his finger in black paint, and started écriture his Friends name on the wall. They begged toi not to go into this. toi knew it was suicide mission, escpically with your powers. She begged toi gods sake. I don't get why toi did it...but I guess toi made your choice. Tears slid down Brendans face I guess, toi felt it was your place, to take that spot. But toi brought down a evil force, a force so strong, that only toi could break it. The Government will pay. They'll pay for what they put toi through. I swear I'll avenge your death. Brendan wiped his hands clean and walked away. He had thirty-hours until he boarded the submarine, that's when his plan went underway.
Anyone got any idea who sacrificed themself?
"Why....why did toi do it?" He pulled off his hat, and stared at the memorial, it was a tribute to the fallen soldiers. Brendan dipped his finger in black paint, and started écriture his Friends name on the wall. They begged toi not to go into this. toi knew it was suicide mission, escpically with your powers. She begged toi gods sake. I don't get why toi did it...but I guess toi made your choice. Tears slid down Brendans face I guess, toi felt it was your place, to take that spot. But toi brought down a evil force, a force so strong, that only toi could break it. The Government will pay. They'll pay for what they put toi through. I swear I'll avenge your death. Brendan wiped his hands clean and walked away. He had thirty-hours until he boarded the submarine, that's when his plan went underway.
Anyone got any idea who sacrificed themself?