Hermione's POV
I started scribbling a few lines on my notepad furiously. But the words did not make any sense. I tore that sheet of paper and made into a ball, then threw it onto the floor. The floor just let having paper balls being thrown at it, but it unfortunately could not fight back.
Great. I was now having my mood swings. A knock on the door jerks me out of my thoughts. It was Mark, with my vegetable stew. URGH, why do I have to eat this lifeless thing? I seriously hate the doctor right now.
Anyways, I said thanks to Mark and ate that boring thing. Just then, I noticed Mark clear up my paper balls.
I instantly felt bad because I made a big mess and another person was clearing it up. Mom always told me to respect the maid because she works so hard and has a family. Seeing Mark clearing up the mess brought me to that day when mom was scolding me for talking to the maid rudely...
*flashback*
"Hermione what kind of behavior was that?" Mummy shouted.
"The maid..."
"Look, my dear. The maid is elder than you right?"
"Yes mommy"
"So you should respect her right?"
"Yes mommy"
"That's my good girl. Always respect the maid. Just because she works for you does not mean that you have to treat her like that ok? No matter how much older or younger she is, ok?"
"Ok mommy"
*end of flashback*
The wave of guilt struck me. I had disobeyed my mother. Though she was not around, her teachings would always flood back at me. I didn't care whether she was seeing me or not, but I knew I shouldn't have done it.
Immediately, I said "sorry".
Instantly, Mark looked at me with a quizzical look. I knew that wasn't quite the thing he expected.
Mark's POV
She uttered the word sorry. I shot her quizzical look instantly. Why was she saying sorry to me?
"I know you are thinking about why I said sorry. It's just because you were cleaning up the mess I created. I shouldn't really have done that." Hermione said.
I was shocked. Completely stumped.
"You know, my mom always used to tell me how we should respect others. Her voice, so sweet as an angel, always used to persuade me. And I would listen to her smilingly. How good those memories were. And I thought we would be together with Dad, as one happy family. But no, she had to go, leaving father so devastated that he also had to leave me." Immediately that smile on her face faded. And her feelings turned into anger. "It's just so unfair! HOW COULD THEY??? URGH, when will I ever die?" Hermione cried out. Or rather, shouted it out loud.
Those words hurt me. Stung me do badly. The girl whom I loved was talking about that. I couldn't believe it.
And I don't know why, but I decided to answer back.
"You know, your mom would always want the best for you. You are here because of your mom. Why do you want to end the life that your mom brought into the world? Your mom is not praying for your death, but for your future. For once, think about the dreams your mother dreamt for you. Don't talk about your death. Because your mom would never like it. In fact, she is scolding you right now for talking about that. So, please don't talk about it. Ever."
And with that speech, I walked off. I don't care whether it made her think that I m a mad person, but I had to.
Hermione's POV
He walked out of the bedroom, leaving me completely stunned.
Did I hear it right?
Did Mark just tell me not to talk about death?
I felt a sudden warmth overwhelm me.
No one had ever said that to me. And his words made a very deep impact on me. And it had been carved on my heart. It just felt so good. And before anything could happen, all my anger had vanished. Now, all I think about is those words which came out of Mark's mouth.
He was right. I should abandon all the hatred towards my life. I should remember the good times. At once, happy images flooded my mind and i could imagine my mother talking to me, telling me about how excited she is to see me fulfill those dreams she dreamt for me. And really, it was not a dream to me; it felt like it were real, and I wanted that to continue. To never stop. I owe Mark something for making my day.
