TOAW : Hillary : How to Decieve a Nightingale

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Hillary blankly looks at the tomb infront of her as she clutched the flowers in her hand. She took a deep breath and sat down beside the gravel, leaning her head against the tomb as she takes in the whole view from the sea to the city. The tomb was located in one of the hills of the city, it wasn't the highest peak but it somehow gave the best views perfect for every second, for every glimpse.

"You have a good view up here baby." Hillary said in a soft tone as she glides her fingers on the lettering engraved on it. It took her so much to finally accept it. She knew that something so pure will be gone too soon. Hillary signed before putting the flowers up the tomb and took in a deep breath.

"I don't know what kind of flowers you'd like. I got everything.: Hillary softly laughed as she gathered her knee against her chest, she watches as the sun slowly goes down and she smiled softly.

"I'm glad, I put you here." Hillary murmured.

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Nymph slowly walked up to the woman, she gently pats her by the shoulder before settling down near Hillary. Nurieal and Niamh were giggling and playing around. The sound of the children, happily playing around made her happy. Nymph took a glimpse of the small tomb stone of Hillary's unborn son. She carried the child for four months.

Nymph had a bitter pill about when she clearly remembered who impregnated her,the testimony was assault. Hillary would never admit it because she knows it'll lack strength. She wanted to keep up with a strong facade but couldn't. That Archibald forced her, she still kept the child. Wanting to give the small bundle a good life at least.What made Hillary stay with Archibald even after she was pushed by the man by the stairs causing her miscarriage was slamming her with endless mental abuse. Nymph and her had the same coping mechanism. The simple bundle of joy that is slowly gaining life was the reason they kept going with life.

The bitter thing is, Hillary was never granted to see her baby roam around the world.

"There should be three." Hillary mumbled as Nymph squeezed her hand before leaning on the woman's shoulder. Their hearts were a great peace and relief. Archibald was in jail for good, they celebrated by simply coming by to this place. Nymph didn't have a sense of bitterness as she looked at the tomb. She had great respect for Hillary. She wouldn't simply blame a child for being created through a process of mistake, they're innocent after all.

Nymph could still remember the ringing voices of the people inside the court. It was so loud, a lot of shouting on the other end. It felt good for Nefetari to see the look of confusion and defeat on Archibald's face as soon as he was renounced guilty for his crimes, through work space and person. He was basically psychotic with his acts, mentally unavailable.

His parents were ironic, they were able to tolerate Archibald's darkest deeds, it was horrifying to see a parent like that. Nymph understood the concept of a loving parent, but being tolerant even when it's a crime already feels so unsettling.

Nymph remembers what Hillary's therapist said. That she was mentally drained and locked in, it took Hillary everything to feel emotions again. It was a cruel world for Hillary to live in. Their world were horrible with Archibald's existence. Hillary was brave to come up on court to testify against Archibald, through tears and bravery. Nymph finally understood why Hillary did that, it was unacceptable yet Nymph finally understood.

"Three stubborn little ones?" Nymph managed to crack a joke making Hillary smile and shake her head. It'll be troublesome but it'll be quite cute to think about. To think about Nurieal and Nymph playing with a baby boy. Hillary had a soft smile as she eyes on Nurieal, the cheery confused baby trying too hard to run away as his twin sister chases him.