Sylvia has always loved her mother than her sire. After all, Mr. Weis has always been a distant figure, an emotionless shark who is always rushing away to work. He always prefers to spend his time at his company, gather more and more time. He would leave the house soon in the morning, and he would come home after midnight. He rushes away from the house as if he is not rich enough to live for thousands of years as if his wife and his daughter are worthless to him. He only loves himself, time and Darwin.
Michelle is much different from her sire. She is loving when he is cold. She is compassionate and patient where he is stoic and aloof. She always stays with Sylvia, even if she might not understand every question, but at least she tries to listen to Sylvia, tries to figure out what Sylvia needs and ensure her pleasant. This time, Michele also listens to Sylvia's reasons. Michele is the first person to open her mansion's doors for the wave of people from New Dayton. She provides them with housing, with warm blankets, with meals, with even more time. She lives together with Sylvia's people, and Sylvia appreciates that.
Sylvia would love to see her sire face, the one who again, runs away from hardship. He disappeared right after their encounter, without leaving even a word to his wife. What a coward! It is only three days since his disappearance, but something makes her unnerving. Well, the border between zones has been abolished. No Timekeeper has done anything after the death of their head, Raymond Leon. So, Sylvia can walk under the sunlight again. Even though, now, she feels attacked by the staring eyes of the rich here. They try to be polite to her, but distance is kept. However, Sylvia can understand New Greenwich's citizens' distrusting. They are uncomfortable with her people, because of all the stereotypes. They are uncomfortable looking at her because she used to take money from her sire, and they feel that they can be the next target. Yes, but there is still something, something more that worries her, more than those wondering and fear-bound eyes.
Sylvia comes to see her mother for comfort and wisdom and reassurance as always.
She easily gets into her old home-sweet-home, especially in the cover of the dark evening sky. Passing through some unfamiliar faces, she finally reaches the master bedroom. Its doors are wide-open, let her see the usual elegance curve of her mother. Michele is sitting on the balcony, looking at the sea, as usual. Time has been kind Michele, she is still fit in any high-end fashion couture, just as the white princess dress she is wearing. She is sitting so still that the only motion is of her flaming red hair, which Sylvia inherited, flowing in the wind. Michele looks so innocent in that white clothing, and maybe she is naive with her ignorance of the whole universe outside New Greenwich. If she can see more, she might have the same actions as Sylvia, isn't her?
"Mother!" Sylvia softly cries out. After all, it has been such a long time since that destined night party. She is supposed to be emotional. She can be that emotional.
"Sylvia!" Her mother turns back and hugs her tightly. Sylvia never forgets this warm and firm and secured feeling in Michele's arms. Like every trouble in the world just suddenly dissipates at the same time.
Michele looks at her from her head to her toes, worry and happiness filled her eyes. "You are still good, fortunately! And you are finally back." Michele lets out a huge sigh of relief.
Sylvia just smiles by her habit - Sylvia is well-trained to smile at anything. It is because of her burning desire to correct Michele in so many ways. Sylvia's life is not jeopardy because of all the poor people as her mother would think. Her dangers always come from those wealthy who gains privileges and profits through the system, and thus, being threatened by her small coup.
"At least, I have one of my loved ones back," Michele says, further disturbs her daughter's emotion. How could she still in love with that monster is well beyond her grasp. And Sylvia's patient runs out.
"You are so blind! He is such a cold-hearted and a coward person. I can take it that he is your Charming Prince, with all the time he has, but he left you, and he never care for you! He doesn't deserve you!" Sylvia rants through Michele's shocking face. Her mother must think everybody would love her man, but seeing Sylvia harboring such hatred toward her beloved must hurt her.
"That is all?" Michele warmly smiles, which unnerves her.
"Have you ever thought that maybe you should look closer to us, maybe things happened differently than what you thought?"
"What can be different? He is the one with the money and the status! Every girl outside would swoon over him, and that might be the reason why he never came home for us!" Sylvia feels even more anger.
"Ah, that cannot be further from the truth, Sylvia. I love your father, he doesn't love me..."
"You even admit it!"
"But he would not cheat," Michele firmly states over Sylvia raging words," because everything he owned today, he owned them to me. I was the one with money and status, he is the Cinderella coming from rags."
"It is impossible," Sylvia says, because Philippe was the slowest of the slowest preparing for everything, unless when he needed to run away from this house. Her people would know how to run, how to appreciate the passing time, especially time with their family.
"He is. From what we spoke together 70 years ago, he was raised by his single mom - Susan Weis. She did 2 jobs to raise her prodigy son. And then, she died when he was 19."
"Being an orphan does not entitle him to make the world suffer for him! Or to excuse him from having any mistress" Sylvia tries to keep her ideas.
"It deeply traumatized your father. He has not had any love interest before me, or after me, or dare I say I am not even his love interest. I can say that because I took his first kiss, and he is a virgin who knew nothing in our wedding bed."
"Ew! I don't want to hear about my parent's sex life!"
"Yeah, but you are so determined to think that your father is an adulterer."
That does cut her thought. It seems like she knew too little about her parents. She thought that her parents met each other someday, and soon after, she was born. But they already have had 70 years knowing each other. She thought that her mother was the rag and her father is the rich, but it is actually in reverse. She knows nothing about their past.
"He was a mid-level manager when I met him, a position allows him to be rich, but not enough. I told him that if he married me, I would give him the money he desired, and he sold himself for me already, because he knew it is his only chance." Michele continues.
"How could you love him?" Most of Sylvia's anger has gone, giving space for the growing curiosity about all the unknown things. She softly asks her mother.
Michele looks dearly to Sylvia's eyes, caressing her face. "You have your father's eyes, don't you know?" she sighs and explains: "Right now, you have that burning passion his eyes once had before he feels contended with his fortune and the world around him. The passion that says, I have to change this world. My life has always lacked its purpose, and I was attached to that look of your father."
"But you said it died out, why would you stay?"
Michele gets stunted, she changes her look's direction to the darkened sea outside. "He always runs away from home, because he can not love me, he can not please me with sex or anything else, he can not face the fact that he sold himself even, he also can not face the truth that his life out of work worth nothing. At first, I force him to do some "night time activities", but it also bored me to do it with a wooden figure. At the same time, I would feel confident that he would do nothing against my interest. But, it bored me, so I stopped doing that. And he runs away again. I could not stand being alone, so I asked for a child. It is you."
"You are staying because of me?"
"No. I hope that you could bring him back to me."
All her world shattered before her eyes. She thought her mother loves her more than anything, but she is actually chasing after some shadow, that might not even exist of her sire. Losing to some unworthy people who does not even try to fight is definitely suck!
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No Regrets
Fanfiction"Citizens have takes to the street." "And now, citizens are crossing Zones, entering New Greenwich" "Others fear the system might head for collapse." And Philippe, Sylvia's finance magnet father told her: "But, don't fool yourself. In the end, nothi...
