Chapter 21 : colours to the nightmaresWhen I finally returned home at night. I was tired to the bone, only realised then how much I missed my home, when I silently called for my mother the moment I entered my home.
I stared at her, her usual confident resolute figure now slumped behind the work desk, I was overwhelmed with longing. I blinked back the tears.
Her head shot up bleaked eyes flickered behind the spectacles
"Serena?" My mother's voice cracked she put aside all her work and rushed towards me, I staggered back in surprise and shock.
Surprised because she looked as tired as I felt and shocked to realise what I was missing was not home but her.
My lips quivered feeling like a kid again who used to rush and cry to her mother telling about every trifle and silliest hurt she got.
I hugged her instantly letting her once again hold me while I cry out in hurt.
She held me tightly stroking my hair, "are you hurt?"
I nodded painfully, wrapping myself around the safety of her arms.
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•She didn't scold me, she didn't ask me what happened, she didn't even force me to return to the institution rather she made my favourite food and we had dinner together during which she filled me in about the Salon, and about how she was worried about me when I left the institution lying.
Eventually, I admitted out aloud I was with my friends I mean if you could dare to call those boys 'friends'.
Oh no, don't you dare. I scolded myself.
No mother would be happy of knowing her daughter was sharing the same roof with three boys.
Three boys after her life.
I laid it out all to her and also to myself that I wasn't feeling well for a long time, she hinted whether it was because of Aarav she knew that his death did bring an impact on me than I let it on and she was worried when I acted like it didn't matter much, my defence mechanism my way to deal with pain have always been lying, lying to myself, to others that it didn't matter and I don't care.
Now, I knew my mother was aware of how his death affected me but she didn't know to what extent, to the point where I had just been stuck for two years. I haven't moved on at all.
And, I don't know how to?
Give it some time,
Maybe
Well, time doesn't really help in every case, not at all where I didn't know I needed it in the first place.
I hesitantly told her what I had been thinking of for a while, I can't study in this state of mind, I can't think of my future without letting go of my past that was trapping my present.
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