Green Stardust ~ (Sequel to Angel's Love of Two Wings)

Chapter 39 - Be Still

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A metal door closes shut. It had a small window to watch the cremation progress. I knew it wouldn't be immediate and finish so quickly, but part of me really wish it would end already for good. Not just for me, not mom, not anyone except for the sake of his peace. He deserved that much after what he's been through.

Maybe it's mercy I'm hoping he's seeing on my tear stained face while I watch the flames grow closer to the box his battered body laid in.

I'm free.

I keep telling myself. I'm safe—at least from his hands. There is no more need for me to even feel afraid anymore. Yet, after all this I still feel my fingers shake at my sides. My eyes darting everywhere and anywhere while my body stand stiff in front of his metal hell hole. My jaw tightening from all of it, a restlessness kind of feeling. It also felt like all my energy was fired up at maximum power despite how sometimes it would drain me.

Part of me is wondering why I came to do this alone, but the other part knows I wouldn't be able to sleep comfortably at night if I didn't do this myself if the time and moment ever came to. I promised myself once that if I had to, I'd take up this job and make sure he would never be able to come back again.

The flames wrapped around the box more violently now. It was odd in a way, burning the one thing I couldn't bring myself to finish off.

"Yet here I am." I muttered under my breath, thinking out loud.

"What's that?" The man who worked there, standing with me, asked.

"Just thinking out loud." I shook my head.

He dismissed the thought and continued to check the pressure, temperature, and if the machine was doing its job. Stepping back from the small window that gave a look inside, he glanced at me curiously.

"Most just leave after thing long." He spoke up, crossing his arms over his chest loosely. "I mean, because the family never follows a mortician inside here."

"I know..." I heaved a sigh and sat down. "I just have to make sure there's no chance of him coming back this time."

I felt the man's gaze on me, possibly wondering what kind of person I am at this point. Saying things like this. I'm surprised he didn't call the police on suspicion I killed him.

"What did you say your relation to him was?"

My eyes stare at the stone floor, seeing patches of different stains and stare at my feet.

"He was my father." The words sounded monotone and dry.

"My condolences, dear." He sat next to me and I shook my head.

"It's okay, he's going in peace now. He's gone, that's all that matters to me now." I respond.

My eyes glanced to him and a nervous chuckle escaped. I wiped stray tears away and looked at the man.

"I'm sorry, I must sound like I wished for this to happen."

"Don't be," He started, "I can tell from the look in your eyes."