Teared fate

Chapter 2

When she left, i was left alone, completely alone. A three-year-old boy stuck in a house, not knowing what to do and having  no idea of what was happening. Then, as much as i know, my mom's sister found me there when she was going to visit my mother. She was so concerned about what could have happened, so she asked me. I just said she left and she didn't come back until then. She was afraid and horrified at the same time because i wasn't in a healthy, good-looking state. 

So surprisingly, she stayed with me and took care of me. She actually risked her life for me, she had to follow her destined future but she did it anyways. I think she's the best person i've ever met. But she left too... She was looking for my mom in the first place, so i understand she did what she did. One day, my mom came home. Her hair was, mystical, her smile filled his face with grace and his facial expression was a healthy one. She came back home, she did! I was so happy at the moment and i still remembered her. A long time has passed since she left when i was three, but i nowadays still remember her as if it was yesterday. That moment, when she came back, i was six. I was an innocent, but who knew a lot about life, boy back then. I wanted to talk to her, but the moment she saw my figure, she broke down in tears falling on her knees, leaving me confused. It was weird because I didn't know what was happening. I never saw anybody cry... Tears? That was a strange thing for me. Never heard that word before, and now, having the physical definition in front of me. 

She stood up, grabbed my aunt's wrist, gave me a kind smile and turned back at me. "I'm sorry..." and left. She actually left... I was left alone again, all by myself. The two of them went away. 

I still remember what happened that day, and i always have the memory in my head. Now i'm 19 and between that time i developed a theory. I think my mom has been reassigned more than two times. I realized this because of some writings my aunt left, and me remembering it by heart. First time assigned; with my dad, second time assigned; when i was three with some other man, third time assigned; live with my aunt, and i still think she's been assigned another one. Maybe the death one, because she wasn't what Destinizer wanted. So yeah, i have the idea she might be dead by now. It's not a strange thing in this perfect-to-be world. There's the dark side, you know, and it's very dark. 

I don't know anything about my dad, i hardly remember his face, which i find weird. I think i should but i don't, guess he wasn't that important to me, or to my mom. 

Every night i go to sleep on the same bed i slept when i was a kid, in the same house of course, and i read the letters my aunt left. I know all of them by heart. I'd like to read them to someone, but the thing is, even if i had any...friends? Wow, friends. Sounds like a hard thing to have. Or to make. Anyway, if i had a friend who would listen to me reading them, would they think the same as me? Maybe we'd start an argument of how unconscious i were to not believe in Destinizer's decisions. Or perhaps they would understand and not fight it, but not really accepting it. Maybe we'd support each other because we have the same opinion. Who knows... but doesn't it sound good? It does! I want to have a friend, a good one. "Ughhhh", i let myself fall on my bed, bouncing a bit before finding a comfortable position. 

I pat the pillow a bit, and i close my eyes, falling asleep.