( Play the song while reading for a better effect~)
(Warning! Angst ahead)
the song itself it too much for my heart and now i'm adding tcf to it... idk just read it , i guess?
Og Cale deserves better!
Timeline: TBOAH after Cale gets beaten up.
No...No...No..... Mother, please......(whispers) please...
Cale was lying on his mother's grave with the dairy in his hand. His eyes stung from crying too much. He didn't know how to stop them. But every time he tried to stop, another burst of sadness drowned him. It was cold, very cold.
He was tired, cold, despaired and in pain all at one time. His breath was hot and the tears got on his clothes and skin. The wounds left by the unknown person who had beaten him were still fresh. His tears got on them and it really hurt. He was exhausted, mentally and physically...
He had come straight to his mother's grave after being reminded of her death's reason - Harris Village. He wanted to tell the man to fuck off after listening that Harris Village needed help. But he couldn't bring himself to totally hate anything. His last solace was always his mother. As always he had once again crawled back to her grave...
It was very unbearable this time. He really needed someone- anyone he could hug or just hold on to. He dug his Mother's grave in hope that her corpse might still have ability to hold him...just this once.....
He dug the place near the grave stone. His tears were still continuously falling. They had their own wish it seems. how many years has it been since he cried so much? Probably many because his whole entire body, soul and existence ached. Ached for his person- his mother. Instead of his mother's coffin there was a little box.
"Heh. HAHAHA Haaaaaaaahhh" he laughed, but it looked like he had finally gone crazy. "Here too?...You betray me here too?..."
He opened the box hastily. There were memories on them, small things that reminded him her existence...and her diary.
He took the diary in his hands. His hands were very cold, dirty from digging and a bit bloody from the wounds not being treated. He got a little dirt and blood on the book.
"Oh, s-sorry. L-let me wipe it for you mo-mother." He stuttered and wiped the dirt away with his sleeves. He was shaking profusely.
The diary started to open automatically after his blood had got onto the diary. It was the Thames blood after all. He read the contents of the diary. Everything written in it didn't make sense to him. It was not written for him, but other person who will possess his body. He didn't understand the meaning of regressor and transmigrator. He just knew that his mother had not written it for him. Even after dying, she was talking to a person other than himself...Why? Why? Why?.... He began to feel uncomfortable in his own skin.
"A-am I n-not suppo-sed to be in this b-b-body?" He said painfully. His back was starting to hurt. He wanted to lie down. He laid down in the soil where his mother was supposed to be buried. Tears were still streaming down his face but it was exhausting even to cry so much.
He heard a noise.
"Child... Don't despair. Your mother... you want to meet her right? If you listen to me, you'll meet her. The ancient power, mentioned in the diary.... collect them, help Roan-no this world to get out of the darkness.... I vow to you that you'll meet her again my child.... Get up now, this god will lend you his hand to you....Just remember me..." The voice disappeared as soon as it was heard.
