Chapter. 32

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Ayla

I couldn't shake it.

It's been almost four years without her.

That feeling of parental love made shivers roll down my spine, my bones ache.

I didn't want to think about it.

Is that selfish of me? I mean all I've wanted since the moment she breathed her last breath was for her to come back to me.

But now her?

She's obviously not mom.

No one could replace mom.

In a way it felt as if so, and that feeling was just so daunting to me.

I kissed my necklace while rubbing my fingers against it.

It was dark, everyone was asleep and I was out on the beach. Sitting on the sand with tears on my cheeks.

I haven't cried this hard in so.. so long.

"Dad? Dad? Dad what did you do to her?!" I yelled. My eyes taking over her lifeless body. Hoping she would jerk awake.

"I gave her what she deserved."

My knees fell to the wood, the stray ends giving me splinters.

"Mom. Mom?"

I tried holding my tears back, trying so hard to remain strong for her.

"Mom, please. Please wake up."

I didn't feel like myself, these such sounds of mourning spilled from my lips.

This pain coming from my mouth.

I couldn't fathom the fact that she was gone-

"Ayla?"

I quickly wiped my tears with my palms and smoothed my hair back.

Dropping my head to wipe my cheeks.

"Fuck." I mumbled, trying to make myself look okay.

I bent my knees to my chest and trained my eyes forward.

I watched the shadow sit beside me.

Matteo.

"Ayla, why are you out here?"

"Shouldn't you be with Bella?"

He laughed.

"Can you stop with that."

I pressed my chin to my knees and sighed.

"I heard you."

"What?" My heart dropped.

"I was taking a walk and I heard you."

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