Pale fingertips drift across her warm pink-tinted cheek. Dark lashes casting shadows across her face as she sleeps in content. Her slim fingers grip mine tightly as she shuffles closer to me in her sleep. I shouldn't have came here, I should have ne...
Sorry I've been gone so long 😭 I've been busy with my personal life and then caught one heck of a nasty cold that had me down for two weeks! But I hope you know I appreciate you all!❤❤❤
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Birthdays are meant to be a time of celebration. A time to be thankful that it was the day you were given to the world. What ever gifts, what ever personality, what ever the way a person effects the things around them; a birthday is a day to celebrate it. At least, that's what Eleanor always believed. For, her birthdays was a day dedicated to those especially important to her.
So when Jasper asked about it. The moment he brings up the upcoming date of a long anticipated day. For it was a day that she would be granted that freedom to finally leave this town. A freedom so sweet like that of a piece of sugar on the tongue. And yet, that long anticipation was gone, and in its place was a feeling of immense dread that sat heavy in the back of her throat that tasted bitter.
Goosebumps spread across the flesh of my arms, the hairs begin to stand on end as a sudden current of the unknown fills my veins. A strange electric feeling fills the air of the car between us.
"Yeah, its next week. October 31st."
He hums as we sit in the car. The air fills with an unknown feeling. It seemed as though, I was the only one who felt it as he seemed to act as usual.
"Interesting day for it. Do you have a giant Halloween party every year? I bet that's fun."
My hands are fiddling with the cool metal of the my car keys. I know I have to leave soon for work, but this conversation seemed strangely important. Running the tip of my pointer finger along the edges of the cool metal, I answer him honestly.
"Not really. In my family, birthdays are strictly spent with family. It used to be my parents and I, but now it's just mom and me." I try not to let the sadness tinge my tone. The sudden reality struck like lightening in my chest. That the big date I've looked forward to can't be shared with the parent I lost all those years ago.
"So I guess I won't be seeing you then. Wonder when I'll get to give you your present then..."
Jasper hums as he takes the keys from my hand and inserts it into the ignition, twisting it to cause the engine to come to life. The heater begins to blow warm air that warms my cold hands. He always seems to know what I need without my ever speaking a word. Knowing that I didn't want to talk more about my family while also changing the subject to something lighter. Shifting the car to drive, I pull out of my parking spot to head to work.
"A present huh?"
He just smiles mischievously as he turns the radio to a soothing rock station, his lips refusing to reveal what he had planned.
...
Getting home later that night, I walk through the front door at 8pm. Jasper spent time sitting on the counter at work as I worked in the store with our part-time employee who just started. Her eager eyes watched our interactions the whole night.
Sighing in exhaustion, I hang my purse at the hook by the front door and kick off my shoes. The soft plopping sound of the soles of my shoes is the only sound I hear standing in the front entry. Shrugging off my jacket, I fold it over my arm as I walk further into the house.
The soft sounds of music filters through from the the stairs that lead up. The only room up there is my mother's room. Leaving my bag down at the bottom, I walk up the soft carpeted steps. The door at the top was left opened a crack and already I can hear the soft crooning of Elvis Presley's can't help falling in love playing.
A soft sniffling sound has my steps faltering and my eyes widening in shock. Peeking through the crack in the door, I see my mother sitting hunch over at the end of her bed. Tears glinting in the light of the lamp, her eyes are downcast at the framed photo in her hands. I recognize the color of the frame as the photo my mother always has proudly shown on her bedside table. A smiling photo of her and dad with large smiles as the pose for the photo. It was of their first year anniversary where he proposed to her. They had wide goofy grin, with eyes twinkling with youth. It was mom's favorite photo and story to tell of their young love. I would sit on dad's lap when she told it. Their eyes meeting at the end of it with smiles so large their eyes would crinkle at the edges. When I was younger, I was convinced that there was such a thing as soulmates because of the love they so blatantly showed to the world.
That's why, when we lost him, I thought I lost my mother too. But she proved to be strong, never letting tears show since the night we lost him. Instead, she picked up our broken pieces and glued us back together.
But now, I can see that no matter how much time passes. The pain she felt at loosing her other half, was still fresh as the day of.
Another sniffle has my eyes drifting back up to her face as she raises her other hand to run at some of the tears dripping down her face.
"Oh sweetie, what am I going to do? It's nearly time and I have no idea what I'm going to do." She sniffles again and rubs at the fresh tears falling from her eyes. "H-how am I going to tell her the truth?"
What she says has my blood freezing. And my hand numbly grasping the door handle causing a squeak to happen as the door slowly opens.
My mother looks shocked as she tries to wipe away her tears while also assuring me she's fine. She gets up, leaving the picture behind as she holds me in her arms
"I'm just sad you're growing up so fast, my baby girl is nearly an adult. How I wished your dad could see this." She quietly says into my shoulder and I return her hug.
But in the back of my mind. Questions are raging but not one could pass through my lips. Because one, she doesn't know I heard her. And two, I'm scared to know the truth. To crack the shell of the truth I gave so desperately avoided since the strange golden light appeared.
Because I know now my mother knows about the strange powers I have. Or at least, she knows that something will happened because of them.
So, what do you think is the truth her mother has been hiding? What will come to Eleanor in the future? Will she finally face the truth that is her life?
