Underworld Revenge Of The Lost

Chapter twenty- Irenic's Ashes

(Maia's perspective)

Those words could not be described. It could not be described on how painful it was to hear that. To hear that come from his mouth. He said it like he meant it, which hurt more. It was like everything slowed down on Earth, to pause. To pause and never start back up again. I could just imagine everyone freezing in the streets, their happy smiles glued onto their face. I guess it would hurt more to see those smiles, and never have them disappear. I had left, maybe for good. I don't know if I could ever see the same face, the happiness printed on it, except there was nothing to be happy about. I had no where to go, and I wasn't planning on seeing anyone else tonight. Company wouldn't do good, would I complain and cry out all my worries? No, god no. I wouldn't let one tear fall from my eyes. I was stronger, stronger than he said I was. I continued to walk down the gravel path, the only light coming from the lights lined up on the streets. It was cold, but not cold enough to send me running to someone.

I remembered my last thought on company, and I had to give in. But not with any guys, or friends. Maybe someone who I owed a visit. I smiled slightly, slightly and traveled my ways towards the beautiful store. Thankfully, the lights were still on inside and I could smell the delicious pastries from outside. I gave in one heavy sigh and put my hand out for the door handle, opening the door. I was greeted with warmth and delicious scents. "Magnolia?" I called out, my voice echoing the room. There was no response. I walked further in, seeing cupcakes placed on the counter. I walked over to them, eyeing them carefully and drew in their scent, I think they were fresh. Magnolia was near, she was here. "Magnolia?" I called again, looking down to the counter to see a bell. I rang it gently, waiting patiently. A loud thud came from down the hallway I never knew existed. I tilted my head and pushed the swinging door open to enter behind the counter,  looking to the right to see a slightly dark hallway. 

"Magnolia?" I asked again, concern layering over my voice. I was now worried, because anything could have happened to her. There are bad people out there, like my- it was not your fault. I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut, clenching my hands into fists. It was not your fault, or was it? I didn't know what to believe, instead of thinking about it more, I opened my eyes once more and pushed myself down the hall. The thud came again, leading me to a door that was slightly opened. I pushed the door open quickly with wide eyes, searching the bright room. A small, raspy gasp came from the side, darting to look over I saw her, Magnolia. I sighed in relief, smiling and took in what she was doing. Her grey hair was pulled back into a pony tail, while she wore a yellow dress and a pink apron. She had a broom in her hand, and the wooden end was directed towards the ceiling. "Maia! Oh my!" She instantly smiled, putting the broom down and walking over to me, enveloping me into a hug. I smiled and leaned my chin on her shoulder gently, wrapping my arms around her. 

"Sweetie, what are you doing back here?" She asked, a smile still on her face as she let go of me. "Just for a visit." I half lied, smiling. "There has to be something to get your curious self back here into the streets of Irenic. You can tell me, it's not like I have anyone to gossip to." She reassured me with her sweet smile, taking the broom in her hand again. "Well, I- what are you doing?" I asked, tilting my head as she banged the ceiling again. "This stupid wood called for a ceiling, is falling apart. I'm trying to put it back in it's place, now continue. Don't get distracted by me. I sighed, nodding my head as I continued. I told her the whole story, from Ryan's uncle dying, to our fight. Everything seemed to pour out of me, and I didn't bother stopping it. Once I had finished, she stopped what she was doing and paused. "He blames you?" She asked in her raspy voice, and I nodded. "Honey," She sighed, placing the broom at the side and ushering me to sit on the bed. "You can not let the boy get in your head, he's just heartbroken. Did you ask your father to go find love? No. Did you ask your father to go get his pregnant, your mother, pregnant? No. Was it your fault that you were born? No. You never had any say in your birth. Do not ever blame yourself for this."