13 years ago - July 14 - 10:36pm - Rye
A dark road illuminated by car headlights. Her eyes red, tears threatened to spill. A strong will, a strong face, put up for her only son.
We drove. Going seemingly nowhere. Wherever the road would take us.
She pulled up at a convenience store and shuts off the engine.
Her wallet opens with a button click and she pulls out a note, "Go buy yourself something."
Her smile was weak. I didn't refuse.
A purchase of some orange juice and a small pack of chips for myself, a bottle of water for her.
I see her, from a distance. Tears streaming down get face, red and mostly heated. She refuses to sob yet allows herself to cry.
She sees me, and quickly grabs a tissue to save whatever else she has left.
Seated again in the vehicle: I hand her the bottled water, she gives such a pathetic smile, "You didn't have to."
But she drinks it regardless. I take a sip from from my own orange juice. The liquid sickens me, with its sour-sweet taste. I have to though: vitamin C is good for bruises.
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13 years ago - July 15 - 05:40am - Cammie
It was a silent drive between the two of us. A slither of sunlight shining past the small mountains in the distance. Dawn.
Ma at the wheel, her eyes show that she hasn't been getting much sleep. I sit beside her, waiting for anything to break this unbearable silence between us.
"This move will be good for us, you know. I'll have a better pay and that'll mean I'll be able to spend more time with you stop you're not so lonely!" Her voice cracked as she attempted to be cheerful: for my sake.
"Don't worry, it's fine if you can't. I'm used to it," it came out colder than I intended.
Her grip on the wheel tightened. I'm sure she feels regret. She wasn't the best mother around. But she tried. That's what matters, right?
YOU ARE READING
The Two of Us
General FictionCammie Jeune moved into town. A town her mother was very reluctant to move into. Rye Felicitas lived in town. A town his mother was very reluctant to leave. Two people, very different, intertwine fates.
