Snapping out of my thoughts, I gaze at Tally's blue saddened eyes as she looked at me with regret. With her reaction, I know for sure she'll leave this place. Good for her, good for her.
I placed Not-So-Little Kimmy down, caressing her head after. As Tally placed her suitcase on the ground, I stood up straight.
I glanced her with the look she is most familiar with, a what-is-it look. Sighing, she said "I'll be leaving now. I've found a new place, not a job." I nod my head along her words, quite of appreciating the road she's reached.
She looked at me as if she could see the layers I've woven out of insecurity. Her smile was as warm as August autumns, her eyes carrying an unspoken sadness. She reached out her hand, and I hesitated before placing mine with hers, feeling the gentle squeeze that conveyed much more emotion than words ever could. I can feel my heart go heavy as she set her gaze upon me, the only person who's patient enough to handle my flaws, trying to unravel my thoughts all by herself as I kept quite all throughout or sessions.
Tally's voice, often so soothing, quivered slightly as she said, "Lanciette Brookes, I've watched you silently, I've seen your flaws and insecurities, and I know silence is your only weapon. Yet, for years being here, you've come so far. Continue."
I can feel my eyes water, yet I was strong enough to shove them away, blinking furiously yet calmly. As if she was the only thread that kept me in piece. I might have hated her before, but as I grew older, I realized that she–she just wanted me to have a good life, helping me in every way possible. Her presence was like a bridge, a lifeline, connecting me from the world I try to detach from. When she presented me those pills, I felt different, yet I was greatful for her help. The only help that made me form a certain temporary happiness inside me.
She continued her words, yet softer now. "Remember Lanciette. Silence, when partnered by wisdom, can be the mightiest of all swords, and the most eloquent of all speeches. But, also remember, silence can be dangerous, you have a voice, even if you choose not to use it. However, your strength lies on your resilience, your ability to speak in your own way. A voice can be more powerful than silence."
Those words consumed me like more than poison, it was like something I've once longed for. Something, like an embrace of a mother. Concern loomed the highlights on her blue eyes, as if she's know me for a decade, a millennium, a lifetime. As she lets go of my hand, I felt a pang of emptiness, slowly slipping away.
"Take care, Lanciette." She whispered, as if she was afraid of speaking louder in this fragile moment. "Remember me. Got it?" She sadly smiled, I felt my heart ache, my chest tightening with the weight of a thousand of goodbyes.
I am truly glad she left this hellish place, but some part of me wished that she would stay longer. But, she has her own future to chase, I have my own. I would love to express my gratitude to her by letting her leave, it may hurt, but seeing and knowing she was a bright future ahead, it's enough to make me happy.
She took her luggage and walked away, her back facing me, slowly walking towards a cab. And in that moment, a lone tear escaped my eyes.
"Thank you." I said, but she was gone.
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Girl In Trouble (Rush Rikes Saga Book 1)
Teen Fiction(RRS#1) The past swallowed me whole, it was dark, like the void of nothingness. They tell me to speak of it, but I refused. It consumes me, like poison, suffocating me till the very last part of me. I, Lanciette Brookes, vowed to keep my mouth close...
