A name, A face

Insight

After just standing forever waiting for that jerk, I grew more and more curious of the photo. 'Who could it be?' I thought
I looked out the hallway double checking making sure HE, I mean...HADES wasn't awake yet, after I make sure I was clear, I dug under the mattress and took the cloak out, took the photo, and folded the cloak and put it back in its hiding spot. I sat on the bed staring at the picture as if it's going to give me the answer, knowing well enough to that's not how it works, weirdly I felt some kind of pull to it but I ignored it.
I flipped the photo to the back thinking there must be something written like how my friend Ali, had her old baby photos like.
...Ali
I miss her
It feels like just yesterday she was gone. I was so alone and scared, frustrated and confused. A tear slid down my eye, making its way down my chin and finally releasing itself from my chin to the silk sheets. And finally I broke down.
A knock came to my door, which startled me a little, I didn't want to turn around, to let whoever was behind me to see I was crying, although the sniffling and the sobbing sounds I've been making was a dead giveaway.
"You done yet? I gotta get going you know." The person said.
"Oh...sorry" I said turning around. Oh it's Shiro, about time.
"You sure took your sweet time coming here, you know I don't wanna get caught with this damn cloak." I said, making my way to grab the cloak from under the mattress, keeping the photo tucked in the back of my pants.
"Here, you can leave me alone now."
"Don't know about that love, you have a lot more favors coming up later." He said, winking at me and giving me that all knowing stupid smirk of his, And walked out the door through that dark hallway.
"I think my dad likes you." A little voice said behind me.
Turning around I look down at the little girl.
"A little obvious don't you think?" I ask
"My dad hasn't liked anybody since my mama..." Stopping herself from saying the rest.
"Since you mom what?" I asked, knowing exactly what was coming.
"Since my mama died, she died giving birth to me, she wasn't strong enough." She sighed sitting on the bed and looking down at her lap fumbling with the hem of her skirt.
"I-I'm sorry"
"What's there to be sorry about? You didn't kill her...I did." Her voice cracking and soon breaking down into tears.
"Hey now, it's not your fault...I happens to a lot of woman." I said rubbing her back for comfort
"I know but still... I wish I could meet her."  She said I between whimpers.
"I wish I could meet mine too, my mother died as well, I don't know how or when but after her death I was put into an orphanage. That's where I grew up." I stated, now my turn to look down at my lap.
"Really?"
"Yea"
"That's sad"
"I know, but..I'm over it." I Said, now smiling, at least trying to lift the spirits up a bit more.
"I'm not over mine yet"