“Hey” I say giving my mom a hug. She hugs me too and I can’t help but start crying. My silent cry turns into loud sobs and shaking breaths, which makes my mom hug me tighter. No matter how hard I try to calm myself that doesn’t work , and I begin to sob even louder, if it is even possible.
“Shh, it’s okay, Demi. It’s okay, sweetie.” She says, stroking my back up and down but it doesn’t help me too. “I know, baby, I know.”
After a while I calm down. Although I’m still shivering a bit, I’m able to pull away from my mom’s embrace. I wipe my tears away and smile, a smile, which hides the tears.
“You don’t have to smile, Demi.” She says seriously. Mom is probably the person to whom I showed this face smile most of the times, so she knows very well what that means. And that means “Help me”
I don’t say anything back, I just walk to the living room, realizing that the house is empty. I don’t remember the last time I was here, so I look around the room. A sigh escapes my lips as I see a photo of me and Wilmer on the on the shelf.
“You can discard it.” I say and look around the room again. Then I walk to the couch and turn to my mother. I feel she wants to say something, but she doesn’t know how. Mom has always been difficult when it comes to bringing back something bad news, and from her expression I realize that she wants to tell me something but doesn’t know how. It makes me interested. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
“He was here.” Mom says quietly as I sit on the couch in the living room. My eyes widen as my heart stops beating for a minute. I swallow hard while I try to understand what she said. Does saying he, she means Wilmer? “Yes, Wilmer was here.” Mom assures my speculation.
“What did he want?” I ask, taking the phone to my hands, trying to distract myself from bad thoughts. Mom sighs and sits beside me. I can feel how she stares at me, and I’m trying to act a stolid, like it doesn’t mean anything to me.
“You don’t want to know.” Finally she says, but her answer doesn’t help me to calm down at all. It makes me more interested but it hurts me at the same time. If he was here, it means he loves me as much as I love him.
“I want to.” I look up from my phone. She slowly shakes her head. “I want to.” I repeat.
“He said he will fight for you, Demi. He will get you back no matter what he needs to do because he loves you more than his life. His words, not mine.”
“Let him” I say and look back to my phone. I can feel the tears in my eyes, so I start blinking, trying not to cry. I hear how mom sighs, she knows how I feel. I don’t want to break down in front of her again… I don’t want to…
Don’t cry Demi, don’t cry.
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After 5 years
I walk down the street as I see a park, where many children are playing. I can’t help but walk there and sit on the bench. I always loved kids but with every year I love them more and more. I want to have a child by myself but I can’t do it while I am alone. I need to find my soul mate, if it’s possible.
