Ch-2, Losing Someone Precious/Meeting Someone New

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Lilith's P.O.V

I was in my room, when I heard my mother calling me. "Lily darling, would you please come down?". I went downstairs, in the hall which was separated from the kitchen and the stairs, and I saw my mother. She was wearing a pure white top, with a light pink full length skirt, it was in matching with her half non-white 5 petal flower, which I gave to her, she was looking gorgeous as always, my mother had always been elegant. She was my idol and I loved her more than anything, even more than myself. "I'm going to the market, keep the doors and windows locked be careful and-wait I forgot to check the gas stove-". "Mother, calm down I'm not a five year old kid, I'm 13 and don't worry this much, you'll have high blood pressure, ok?" I looked in her icy-blue coloured eyes, they were full of worry, they have been like that ever since, well ever since we were separated from them, well ever since she separated us from them. I hated that person who tore apart my family, I hated the day it happened, my birthday. It was-. "Lilith!" I was pulled out of my thoughts by mother's concerned voice. "You were spacing out", "Sorry, anyway you should go, besides it's 05:00 pm the shop will be closed soon", "Yes, I guess so, I'll be going now, bye sweetheart, my little Lily" she bent down a bit and kissed my temple, and I kissed both her cheeks, first left then right. Then she went out, I must say, sometimes her habit of worrying worries me but of course I do not  blame her no, she became like this because of my stepfather, John, but that's a story for next time. 

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