Change (A One Direction Fanfic) *currently on hold*

Chapter 2 (Part 2) - Precisely

Chapter 2, Part 2: Precisely

"I remember the drive home

When the blind hope

Turned to crying and screaming why

Flowers pile up in the worst way

No one knows what to say

About a beautiful boy who died"

Ronan, a song dedicated to a 3-year-old boy who had died of neuroblastoma (a type of cancer commonly dealt in childhood), which earned the title to be named after the boy. Millions grieved and sympathized upon hearing the song because they knew that at least one person would have come across each other’s minds as someone listened to the beautiful tragic song. It was like a sweet lullaby humming in your ear as you listened to it just like those old Mother Goose nursery songs that held words like, 'Rock a bye baby, on the treetop, when the wind blows the cradle will rock. When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall'. Its lulling tone overpowered its morbid story behind it. Yet its words didn't hold that morbidity. It held a story about 'a beautiful boy who died'.

But to Tia, it was about her beautiful mother who died.

Tia shut off the radio by her desk as the song ended with the word quietly sung by the performer, ‘and...back’. 

She held her head between her hands, sobbing heart-wrenchingly for the hundredth time that week as she sat on the wooden bed her father had made her as a child.

It didn't matter if she had looked so weak and vulnerable, Luna Saunders’ was gone. She's lost the woman who'd braid her hair beautifully every day before school, the woman who had promised to be there, to guide her and simply just be the mother she is meant to be.

She lost her mother.

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"Celestia Saunders." Her mother had begun saying while Tia had been lying on the couch comfortably while she watched the television quietly. Tia had looked up to her mother, who had been lying on the inclined bed, wrapped in layers of plain white sheets; medicinal wires hanging around her which had swung slightly in the air-conditioned room. Tia had remembered how much she hated looking at her mother in the hospital room they had stayed in for the past few months. Yet Tia refused not to acknowledge and look at her mother with a smile plastered in her face.

"Yes mum?" she had asked politely.

I Mentally: Bruised      I

I Emotionally: Pained  I

I Physically: Smiling     I

Tia remembered thinking of those words while she had given that fake smile of hers in attempt to reassure her mother that she was alright.

Ignoring the fake smile her daughter had given, Luna had just continued,

"It was 9 years ago when your father and I had named you that. You may just be a simple nine year old to others, but to me, you've grown so tall, so beautiful, so compassionate, so caring, very much mature just like what we had named you after. Wait, do you know what we had named you after? It was, of course, the glistening star that has served the whole earth for several millennia, that has brought joys and light to the dark, the Sun. You used to be a little twinkling star, but I can clearly now that you have begun to shine brighter and transform into our beautiful Sun. It will be years before you turn into a much bigger star, but to me it's good enough." Suddenly, her mother's had looked at Tia, a sad smile prominent in her face.