Ashes in the Heart (Editing)

Ellie

They say that everything comes in its time and in due time, and that behind each tragedy there is always a greater reason to continue, perhaps, perhaps, those words are not as delusional as many say they seem and sometimes even the universe itself accompanied of a great supernatural power they are in charge of demonstrating it, because on that dark and cloudy day the best news had arrived that would be in charge of clearing all kinds of storms.

I used to listen to my grandfather over and over again as he said in such a negative and confident way, that a person would never be able to change completely or that you never really got to know them. My grandmother used to laugh with that contradiction in her eyes that perhaps life did not work that way, since she herself had lived a frustrated marriage that with the passage of time became pleasant and safe, but that old fool never noticed it, to the point of Take your words to the grave. However, when he was still placing the last flowers that remained to finish the burial, the graceful Mrs. De Vuitton with tears on her wrinkled and pale face looked at the name of her husband highlighted on the tombstone, with her lost thoughts and heartbroken face, he sighed deeply and then gave me advice that would leave the whole meaning of my life in doubt.

—Henry wasn't wrong... — I looked at her, she was smiling even seeing the tombstone. — He was right.

—¿Grandmother? — I asked confused letting out the voice of puberty that she still kept.

— He said that people will never change... — She took a pause. — But...

She turned to look at me as a delicate smile spread across her face.

— He never finished his words, he did not have time to do it because my little Sebastian, people can change, just give them a good reason to do it and you will discover the potential that is in them.

I felt the warmth of his words, although I couldn't remember his name or the family thread that united us. I only knew that a wall formed in my mind and my heart had fallen since that day.

The world does not turn just because it has to, the world turns because it has enough reasons to. ¿Now can you be someone's reason one day?

He finished his words seeing how that small fragment of my memories returned to my memory after many years of oblivion.

That memory made me question if at some point I had been the reason for change for anyone, but even with the love and dedication that my mother had been, I had not been the reason for anyone until I met Amy. That orphan boy, left adrift without knowing how the world worked, had died, that irrational despair for wanting to be part of someone even without being reciprocated had died, the frustrations, the fears, the pride, everything had been forgotten at the exact moment in which I knew I would be a father.

I had never felt so emotional, felt the pain for the condition Amy was in, but she had achieved what we talked about so much since we had secretly married, I took her hand to kiss it and I could feel the firm body of metal adorning her finger forming the silhouette of several flowers rounding off a precious stone. A baby means opportunities, hope and encouragement to continue believing that everything would be fine.

(...)

That afternoon the Doctor returned again with some machines that until now he had not been able to pronounce the names and began to echo Amy to see the state of the baby's health, everyone had gone to rest after a long day of news and although I felt tired, I wanted to share more time with my family. At least until it was time for the change of escorts, after my psychological relapses, everyone involved in Amy's case had agreed to take turns every certain number of hours so as not to overturn anyone. That would also give everyone the opportunity to try to control their daily lives outside the hospital, despite the fact that I did not like the idea, I had to agree for my mental health, I did not want to do something stupid that would spoil everything.