How far would you go to NEVER fail again?
This question will push Noche L. Grim to the test as she attempts to join the Cross Military. With their resources she intends to find DeathTech and recover her memories.
However, when she lives on a conti...
Jack poured the golden acrylic into the mold. What little lamp light he had shimmered in the amber stream. His smile widened as he took out the finished product. Seven attempts. It had taken seven attempts, and now he had done it. He clicked the lamp off and laid his head on the table. Exhaustion fell over him like a blanket.
The next day he stood in a medical room. His thin mother's chest rose and fell at a deathly slow crawl. She managed a weak smile as her foggy eyes stared in his general direction, but not directly at him. Jack's grip on his mother's boney hand tightened, but only a small margin.
Not even a few feet away, Mrs. Chandler smiled at herbaby boy.
"Ok -cough- what is this gift you got me?" She whispered.
Jack's lower eyelids rose from her hoarse, faint voice. A smile that never reached his eyes was painted on his face.
"First, close your eyes."
Between chorts and wheezes, his mother laughed.
"What if I can't -cough- can't open them again?"
"Don't say that."
"Sorry -cough- sorry."
Closing her eyes something slid over her head. It fit tight and firm to the front of her face and back of her head.
"Ok... You can open."
Boundless blue flooded her eyes! Marshmallows drifted freely in the infinite sky. Yet the thing that captivated her most was the golden sun. The brilliant ball that brought life and warmth to the green world around her. She blinked. The yellow tinted fluorescent light buzzed on the dirty ceiling above. No, everything was tinted yellow, she was wearing amber goggles. Jack's smile still didn't reach his ears.
"I tried to craft you the sun in my workshop, but I wasn't good enough," Jack said. "I knew I couldn't bring you to the sun, so I thought I'd bring the sun to you."
Shimmers appeared in Jack's eyes.
"I'm sorry. I gave it my all. I... I will do better next time," he said. "I can try again. So p-please... Please don't leave me."
She sat up, her fragile arms wrapped around Jack as tight as they could. He stood there for a moment and shook in his mother's arms.
"Oh honey, how could I ask for anything better," she said, "when its already perfect?"
Jack opened his mouth, but only a faint whistle of air came out. Salty streams dripped onto his lips as his mouth remembered how to operate.
"You're not... Disappointed in me?"
"No honey, nooo," she brushed the back of Jack's head. "I'm proud of you. I am so proud of you."
The floodgates opened.
"I-I really wanted to give you the sun. I wanted it to be good enough-"
Words became sobs as Jack broke down in his mother's arms. She hushed and held him as his face soaked the blankets. His brown curls gently caressed and swept aside by tender fingers.
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"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray. You'll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take, my sunshine, away."
The song drifted away as she closed her eyes; hand still slowly petting Jack's head.
"Jack, thank you for being my sun." Her voice was fainter than a breeze. "I love you."
