"Why? Why would you do that?"
I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. Each syllable, torn between my emotions and composure. I bit my tongue as it came again—a wave of furled up emotions—slithering up my chest, and rolling down my cheeks, its wetness slick against my skin.
My mom, she just sat there, behind her study desk—wouldn't even spare a glance at the plea of her daughter. I trudged closer, each step heavier. I saw her wrapped around her bills, her documents and her books; Her eyes however, blank as a paper.
No, she wasn't working right now. She was avoiding. Avoiding an inevitable confrontation. I drew a breath in. She couldn't have. . . She would never hurt me like that.
She wouldn't. . .
"Mom?"
I choked. My legs, they couldn't hold my burden any longer. "Mom, answer me . . . please."
Yet she wouldn't even dare look—her lips stitched, stitched tight. What was she hiding behind that blank face? Why wouldn't she listen to me? . . . Why mom, why?
"Mom, please tell me it's a prank. . . Both of you are playing a prank on me, aren't you?" I glanced around, my eyes glassy and heart moments away from breaking, "Where is she hiding? You know, she really sucks at this game."
"She's gone, Bella." She repeated, turning towards me, slowly clasping my hands in hers. She leaned lower, her forehead pressing against mine. "I did it for your own good, my love. She left. . . left for where she is supposed to be, and you—You can focus on what you'd been working on for all these years."
"For my own. . . good?"
This was it. I felt my tears stop, my throat constrict and something . . .something break inside. For my own good, she said. To focus on what I was supposed to, she meant.
And just like that, Ashe Sinclaire was gone. Gone without a word. It wasn't a prank; it surely wasn't a mistake. She'd picked a flight of no-return, left me in my cage to fend for myself. This was it.
The cost of dreaming with my eyes closed. . .
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Romance"People usually find me dull and boring, you know" she said, blowing air into her palms. The winds only seemed to be getting chillier as we sat beside each other; it was getting cold. My head found a place on her shoulder, breathing in a sense of co...
