ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇ

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Y/N's POV

My existence is a lie for others including me...

Before I assume anything I find myself in the exact spot he left me.

Gosh- maybe he knows these explanations.

It amazes me how he occurs out of nowhere but it doesn't matter anymore since no one cares.

He asks, "Have you fingered out what you want to do next?"

"Yes, I want answers."

He smirks then says, "Good, you need to find out yourself, I won't help you in this."

Great-

This time I am the one who walks away, and the sky starts getting windy, It might rain soon.

My body aches, I sit down on a bench and take my time to think while the rain drenches all over me.

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"Hello? arent you cold?" A kid around 5 brings me out of my thoughts.

"Ah- yeah... I will probably go now," I reply.

The rain has already stopped since basically, no one was on the street I didn't feel the necessity to hide.

"Wait, you are hurt!" she says touching one of my woods making me step back a little.

"Don't you want medication?  Where is your mom?" she asks.

Great, now a five-year-old is asking an adult this question.

"I will take medication later," I say trying to walk off but noticing the girl following me.

I look back and ask her why.

She replied in such an aggressive way that her mom says people might help each other in their needs, so she wanted to help me.

I agreed to go to the hospital with her since she was so stubborn.

"We are here," she says.

I get out of the taxi after her, she shouts "mommy" all of a sudden.

I look up and watch as she ran towards her to hug her, the same person I used to call mom. What a small world.

She freezes as soon as she notices me. Even if I am not ready to do it, I need to.

I walk to her and ask, "So you aren't my real mother?"

I instead feel bad for asking like this but I can't take it back now.

"We should grab a coffee before talking about it," she says.

'So- it is indeed the truth' I tell myself after nodding.

I can see her eyes get teary as she orders cold coffee and addresses the kid as Maya she asks her to play in the park.

"How are you doing?" She asks.

"Great," I reply.

"The reporters announce that you were gone," she says almost sobbing.

I can't hold back seeing her like this anymore, after all, she's my mother. It doesn't matter if she's my foster mother.

I went for a hug, she hugs me back as soon as she feels my warmth.

Then she starts telling me the worst.

"My real husband divorced me cause I am not able to have children. Since I love children so much I decided to adopt one myself. When the first time I saw you in that orphanage I knew I want to give you the love you deserve more than anything and your foster dad wanted to do the same. Only one of us could take you in so we often visit you and wait for you to grow a little so that you would choose one of us." she says.