War Upon the Sunrise | HS Side Story

Chapter Thirty-Five

Life is a book where your story is written. You are the author. Write it as you want.

But sometimes, we forgot about the essence of our story, then let other people write it.

“Mom?” It sounds like a soft whisper, scared of what to say next.

I am holding the doorknob, looking at her outside of the condo. Her eyes are filled with determination and pride. Something I know I can't take off of her.

“I am sure that guy is not here anymore, right, Lucy?” she asked, coldly.

I looked down at my feet and slowly nodded. “Yes, Mom,” I answered in all honesty.

My heart is aching. All I want in this life is to be happy, to be at peace, to be in comfort. But why
wouldn't the people let me be?

Why is it that we are not given the freedom for choice? And whenever the only choice we got is running away, they will discredit the pain they caused to us.

She walked inside my condo without a warning. I silently closed the door and looked at the floor.

I am not looking down my feet because I am letting her step on my plans, but because I am heartbroken for the fact that this would be a heart wrenching conflict. All the peace will be gone. And time might come that everything will turn back as it is, but it will never be the same.

There are only silence inside the living room. The sounds caused by her stiletto dispersed inside the place.

“I don't understand why you like him, Lucy. I saw within your eyes that there is something more going on between you two. Why him?” she asked, filled with questions.

I slowly raised my head to look at her. She is already sitting on the sofa, looking at me with eyes in questions.

Why does she ask? She will never listen to my reasons anyway.

I licked my lower lip. With all the strength I have in me, I walked towards the single sofa in front of her, and sat there, facing her, as my mother.

“I don't know why you're here to ask me that question, Mom. But if you truly wanna know, who am I to hide you from the dark, aren't I?” I talked, with my breath shaking distantly.

Talking to your mother is the best therapy. But talking to her to defend what you both believed in is trauma.

The most heart breaking thing is to walk the path away from your Mom because you knew she is no longer right. And the fact that she will never come with you no matter what.

“Peace, comfort, home,” I whispered as I looked straight to her cold eyes.

Thinking she might see through my eyes the words I want to tell her.

“Weren't we able to give you the peace, comfort, and home that you needed, Lucy? Where were we when you needed those to the point that you found it from him?” she asked.

You know what hurts the most about this conversation? It is the silence in between the talks.

I smiled a bit. A sad smile she might have never noticed for so long.

Or maybe, she might not knew me yet. Or she never knew all along.

“I love how you tried your best to give me everything now that I am back, Mom. The company, the house, this condo, the food, the clothes, everything. I will always be thankful for that. But it will never give me the home I needed, Mom. The comfort I have been looking for,” I said.

“Elaborate it well, Lucy. I want to understand. I want to understand you. I want to know why among all of the people, you chose him?” she asked, cold as ice.