"The world is hard, and sometimes even to live is an act of courage."
Those were the very last words my mother, Sofie Miller, told me. We all loved her very dearly, some even more than others. She was a kind and beautiful woman. But not everyone is perfect in life, either mentally or physically.
As I went on about my mother, who had died just about one week ago, I was blank-minded and still had not accepted her death. It was as if I was alive and breathing, but at the same time, I was dead as well, though for me it was mental and temporary. As I stood there speaking, I didn't even shed a tear.
What about the plans we made? What will I do now? I thought to myself as thoughts came and left my mind constantly.
From where I stood, I could see everyone: my sister, who sat in the corner crying and weeping, mourning our mother's death; my father, who was emotionless and empty. Light would never find its way to his heart the same again, and neither would it to mine. Some people were whispering, and some were praying. There was no sign of my grandparents; it was like she never existed to them, just another one of their failed experiments that didn't make it past all the levels in life.
They didn't give a single damn about my mother, and that filled me with rage. They didn't seem to care that they messed up her life in so many ways that she couldn't even live with herself, the fact that her cause of death was indeed suicide.
I was furious at myself, thinking I could have helped, I could—no, I should have been there for her. I guess it's true what they say, I thought to myself, not realizing I was speaking aloud...
"You know, everyone loves heroes; we adore them for their bravery. But you know, the one thing people love more than a hero is to see a hero fail, fall, die trying. Despite everything you've done for them, eventually, they will hate you."
I looked at the faces of everyone, speechless at what I'd just said. I covered my mouth. The room went silent for a few minutes, and then everyone started whispering and looking. I stormed out of that place.
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Angelic tears
RomanceA gripping tale of love, loss, and the eternal conflict between the lies. The unlikely romance of a woman with a sad past. A shocking twist that will leave readers wondering if true love can flourish even in the midst of darkness. Journey with these...
