✩Path of the Zodiac✩ book 2:

Chapter 8: Virgo

//A:N: *rises from the grave* don't send me back down I just needed to make a character. So... let's go I guess.

Virgo's POV

So Leo was missing, huh?

Well, it was going to happen. Something always goes wrong, right?

I can't help but regret what I did back there. It was childish. I can handle things like an adult, like my mother said. Be strong. Don't use violence to gain your way.

Of course, mother made mistakes as well. She was quite childish when she agreed to that stupid arrangement.

What can you do, they always do it for the best. But it seems like it's the worse at this moment. Now he's gone and so is mother.

Well, what did happen to my mother?

I sat on my bed, my hair messed up, shoes thrown across the room, bed unmade, just thinking.

It was a joke right?

My mother was still at home, making her afternoon tea to have outside in the garden. She was still taking care of the flowers and growing our own herbs, hanging them to dry in the kitchen for certain uses. She was still using the little old broom to sweep dust off of the doorstep. She was still writing poems in her study in the attic.

She was still my mom.

"Okay V-V, stop being childish. Your mom is fine, waiting for you." I muttered to myself.

That was a lie though.

Pictures don't lie.

At least, that's what I believe.

That letter written by a stranger threatening me. I thought it was a prank, but I couldn't help but be worried about her.

Our relationship wasn't perfect.

She wasn't perfect.

I wasn't either.

But why her?

Why did I find such ease in letting my anger out on Gemini. Maybe because she reminded me of my mother? Bright eyes, energetic, all of that.

I couldn't help but look at that damned letter over and over.

Then my eyes would travel ever so slightly to the picture of my father, concealed inside a drawer.

I never knew him, so why would I find him here?

Why did I listen to that kid?

Why couldn't I just stay at home and live on my life with my mother?

Why did she put me with him?

Was she that desperate?

Didn't she know that we had no intent for romance or financial gain from each other?

We just wanted to be friends. Happy.

But no.

But from suffering blooms hope. A thing that one can only cling on to so they can feel at peace with themselves.

Father? Mother? Why did you go?

"Wake up Virgo, they're both gone."

The picture is almost completely blood red.

How is someone capable of such a horror, a crime.