POV: Eric
"I wanna dye my hair purple." Mora says, still focusing on painting my nails.
"Why?" I ask out of pure curiosity, her bright red hair on my view. Why would she want to dye that beautiful color? "Are the other kids bullying you?"
"What? What does that have to do with anything?" She responds with an attitude that reminds me of her mom, making me laugh.
"I... I guess I'm just asking. Your hair is beautiful. Why would you want to dye it?" I responded, blowing my freshly painted nails.
"Umm... because? I like my hair as it is, but I think purple just goes more accord with my name, you know?"
"Uhh... no, I don't." I say making pretty obvious that I'm confused.
"MORA, ERIC! It means purple in Spanish!" She responds with a "duh" written on her face.
"I'm pretty sure that's not how you say purple in Spanish." I say, not remembering why Amanda decided to name her Mora anyway.
"No?" She replies, and I denied with my head. "Guess I'll look it up later."
She motions to take the cucumber mask off, so I go to the sink and start washing it off. I hate cucumber, though. Why did I let her put it on me?
"How are your sessions going?" She asks. A little bit of hesitation on her tone of voice, but I can't see her. My face is deep down in the sink trying to take all that mask off.
"It's actually going pretty well. Yesterday I remembered a little bit about college but nothing interesting... yet." I reply, taking the towel and drying my face.
"...Anything about mom yet?" She asks. The hesitation back in her tone, but this time I could see the nervousness in her face. Her chewing on her lower lip was a big tell.
"Nothing yet. No." And all the hope on her little face disappears just like that. "I'm trying, though. It's all in here...somewhere, so it can come back." I say, pointing to my head and she nods, but I know she's slowly losing hope.
Knowing that the only things she can know about her dead mother are in my long-gone memory must be sad. But at least is coming back, after all this time. I'm not there yet, still, but I'll be there one day, and I'll tell her everything she might want to know about Amanda, but for now...
Even if I tell her that I remembered something about her mother yesterday, it will rise a lot of questions that I'm not capable of answering yet. I mean, she's only 10 years old...I don't want to be that asshole that gives her hope when in reality... I don't even remember how everything went down completely. Damn, sometimes I feel like remembering it all might not be the best idea.
"Hey..." says Mora, taking me out of my thoughts, but as soon as I look at her, she grabs my face with her little hands. "Don't feel bad if you don't remember everything, ok? The internet says it takes time. Just don't stress yourself..."
She has this wisdom that I have no idea where it came from. It just lets me to think that genetics are way more powerful than I thought.
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Rumors. (BxB)
RomanceFelix's past still haunts him. After the events that happened almost 10 years ago, He finally decided to talk it through with someone. Someone that could help with the painful memories. Someone that knew what they're talking about. Because even if...
