Who are you? Mary said to her reflection
I? I am your past... you probably won't remember, and even if you do , fate can't be changed, the thread of fate can't be broken.
Don't vanish!Where are you going?
I? I'm no longer there. My time is gone...
._So all this time I was just a thorn in my parents' side...
Anna told me not to worry because they were bad adults from the start since they decided to run away and leaving me behind...
All this time I thought that she was just trying to console me, but...
It's even better, if they had left me to live with the past, then I would have grown up with mental trauma but now... those days mean nothing to me... she should have told me about it a long time ago... I won't say that I remembered ,don't need to bother her._
Coming down from the attic, Mary hugged her only family.
_you probably went through a lot because of me, I'm sorry, I didn't want to become a burden in your life..._
:What's wrong with you..do you feel bad?
: No, it's just... my soul felt so light, as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders...
:Do you wanna go to the amusement park tomorrow?
Haven't been there for a long time.
:Sorry...I have a session after tomorrow, I need to get ready.
:Oh, okay, good luck.
_I have to figure out my problems myself, I can't drag her in and make her worry anymore_
Taking her phone in her hands, she started calling her friend, but she didn't pick up.
_She probably got drunk again with William..._
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After leaving a short message, she decided to tell Anna the next morning about her absence, but it would be difficult for her to tell her in person, so she decided to leave a letter.
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Having collected all the necessary things, she left the house,looked around and thought...
_ after all, only people can make a house warm, living here with my mother, I always found myself rejected and felt as if icy needles were piercing my heart, I never felt loved, sometimes I even wondered if I was really her daughter._
