Kate's P.O.V
Charlie was up really early. I woke up too to find that charlie wasn't in the bedroom. I tiptoed outside to the living room, Charlie was sitting there, with a cup of milk in his hand. I went to him and hugged him from behind.
"I couldn't sleep. " Charlie said.
"I know, you look worried. I can't sleep either. What's bothering you? " I asked.
"I don't know. I'm worried maybe. " he answered.
"Want to talk about it?"I asked
"I don't know, maybe." He replied.
"I'm listening." I said and sat down next to him.
"These chairs are uncomfortable. Let's go to the sofa." He said.
The lights were all turned off. I sat on the sofa and Charlie put his head in my lap. I started running my fingers through his hair.
"I feel like something wrong or bad happened today but I couldn't stop it. He happened already." He mumbled.
My heart ached, some thing had happened on this day and no one was able to stop it from happening, but that was long ago.
"Char. Nothing happened and you weren't responsible for stopping it. Stop worrying. Go to sleep. " I said and kissed his forehead.
"Good night." He said and lay there, I kept running my fingers through his hair.
He was asleep after a while. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't bear the pain, my heart ached. I threw my head backwards trying not to let the tears out. I remember waking up the next morning after Christmas, in my mother's bed. My head was next to her chest. She was holding my hand and her other arm was around me. I was peacefully asleep next to her as I had fallen asleep to hearing her slow but steady heartbeat and the lullaby she sang to me but when I woke up,in the middle of the night, the heartbeat had died out and the sweet voice and disappeared. At that moment I wished to stay like that, with my dear mother, in her arms, I wished to stay like that forever. Minute by minute, her hands felt colder and colder. I knew I couldn't stay with her because my dear mother was no longer here, it was just an empty cold body, missing it's soul. The soul had left when i was asleep, she had left when I was asleep. I woke up and slowly moved out of her embrace knowing I won't ever come back here. Knowing I won't hear that sweet voice again nor will I hear that heart beat. I looked at her face, the soul had left but a smile was still there. A smile that would never fade away. I kissed her forehead, like she would kiss mine. And gave her the Eskimo kiss just like we would give each other, in hope she would respond. And then I left that room, to get the others and let the news spread. The sound of the last lullaby she sung to me would still ring through my head and it was echoing through my head right now. I started singing with the voice, imagining that I'm singing along to my mother.
"Osa astra ine ston urano, margaritarenia mou,
Ke lampoun ena ena, ke lampoun ena ena
Toses fores ta matia mou, margaritarenia mou,
Dakrisane gia sena, dakrisane gia sena.
Ayde, kale mana, agapa me ki emena,
Kouni, kale mana, to pedi gia mena.
Anastenazo, de m' akous, margaritarenia mou,
kleo de me lipase, kleo de me lipese.
Ayde, kale mana, agapa me ki emena,
Kouni, kale mana, to pedi gia mena.
