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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝕬𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝕯𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖔𝖓
TW: Death
Cassandra slept next to her mother in an uncomfortable rocking chair, though she couldn't care less. As her hand was on top of her mother's, in the middle of the night, she woke up to it cold.
Her mother's breathing had stopped, her chest wasn't rising any longer, and her skin didn't have the warmth it held like before.
She was gone.
And Cassandra couldn't do anything to get her back.
She had just literally gone through half of the stages of grief when John and Gilbert left, and now this.
How can life be so cruel? Her only father figure had died, Gilbert, her lover, had left, and her mother, was now dead in front of her.
Her mind couldn't process anything as it had been a couple of minutes before a loud sob had finally escaped her lips,
Rushing up to her mother's bed she shook the woman awake,
"No! Mom! Please! Don't leave me as they have! I can't take it!" Cassandra cried though she knew nothing she could do would bring her back.
Joseph had entered the room soon after, tears sliding down his cheeks, though he couldn't get himself to comfort his sister, for he was a mess himself.
-♛-
The service was devastating for both children, they had her buried next to Margaret Blythe, just like she wanted. Everyone pitied them, Ms. Cuthbert and Anne extended their help, though Cassandra didn't bother as she couldn't function as normal at all. She couldn't even remember what was going on at the moment.
People came and left, Ruby and the Gillis's stayed longer though Cassandra knew they'd also leave.
Everyone left anyways.
The next three days were a blur, the blonde spent it in her room, avoiding every mirror they had in their house as she just reminded herself of her mother.
Her mind was filled with denial, blame, anger, and depression. Emotions bursts through her like a bomb she couldn't contain. Her brother was also locked in his room, he didn't even bother talking to her after the service. She knew he blamed her, though it was alright since she blamed herself as well.
She was out of her own mind as she was going through her mother's things, all the books and jewelry the woman held dear were placed in a box, letters she rather not open from Margaret, and a few items that would soon be handed down to her.
The girl cooked stew, it was bland and not like her mother's at all. She cried at the thought. She went up with a tray to her brother's room and knocked, though he didn't answer. She just told him she left food at the door and left.
She knew her brother couldn't handle seeing her.
The next thing Cassandra did was open the bundle of documents given to her before her mother's death. There was a will that she would hand over all her savings and properties to Joseph as he was over the age of eighteen, the bank she had stored her savings in, the house and the farm were all theirs, she even bought them a storage garage in Charlottetown if they wanted to leave Avonlea and travel the world.
And lastly, there was a letter from his father, the most recent one was received eight days ago, and came all the way from Paris. This was why her mother gave them lots of money to find him.
Opening the letter, she knew her brother should know about it too, so again, she knocked on his door. The food she had given him was untouched,
"Leave me alone, Cassandra." His voice broke as he yells, "Mother..." Cassandra winced, the cut still fresh on her heart, "Gave me a letter from father, she told me to read it and...find him." Cassandra said, Joseph, opened the door in a hurry, grabbing the letter as Cassandra grabbed the tray,
The children read it together, weighing their options on what they should do, they bonded as they forgot everything that happened the last five days,
Joseph thought of all the possibilities, this house and farm held no meaning to their mother as it was bought on an impulse to avoid their father. She told them to sell it as they also had a small apartment in Charlottetown. They could leave Avonlea and try to go to Paris.
They had the means to.
And so they decided that they would, it was what their mother would have wanted for them.
