Dancing With A God

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

23th of June 2020

It had been my shortest trip to the past . . . She thought. But it is the one I prefer the most.

Even if she loved the moments passed with her Aaron, seeing her grandma for the first time in her life was something new for her. She had passed away a few months before her birth and only her father talked to her about the mother she had been to her.

And now, with the stories of her father and her own memories, she managed to know precisely what had happened to Lucia Wellbone.

Born at the date where the famous boat, the Titanic, sank, she grew up in a hard working environment. Her own parents would leave at the early morning and come back at the late night, forcing their daughter to become independent quickly. And then Lucia had a child with the man she loved. Quinn's father. And the husband of her grandma died from an illness when their son celebrated his three years old.

"Oh my !" Said a soft and relieved voice and Quinn saw the warm face of Miss Marsh coming in the infirmary. "How are you feeling darling ?"

The girl mustered a smile who looked more like a grimace before saying : "My back hurts."

Her spin was in pain only, it was nothing next to what she had felt in the hospital back in the seventies but she still couldn't move much.

"Oh sweetheart." Exclaimed Amanda, getting even closer. "You have broken your spin, of course you should feel that way."

Something was off, Quinn felt. "Shouldn't I be paralysed ? Or at least unable to move the slightest ?" She quizzed.

"You are indeed an amazing girl Quinn." Said Amanda with a smile and sitting down at the end of the bed. "Your spin had healed over the month when normal people would spend more than five years in the hospital to heal."

It's normal, Quinn thought with a glitter of mischief in the eye. I went back in the past.

" And . . ." She started, slowly starting to get up from the bed with the help of the woman who was putting the cushions behind her back.

"I'll let you rest dear ! " Suddenly told Miss Marsh, walking away. She didn't know that she had cut the girl in her sentence.

And so she was left to rest, far from her family. But, glancing at the early night through the window on my left, memories of the story of her grandma came back in her mind and she closed her eyes, letting the flow invade her thoughts.

When her parents met for the first time, they fell for each other instantly. But Lucia didn't like the woman her son had chosen. She admits it herself, she hated her. And when the father of Quinn came back home after three months spent with his love in their house, announcing they got married, Lucia got berserk and banished her son from the family place. It was in 1963, the year where Lucia decided to give herself a second chance. She had taken a child, the smallest and the weakest, at an orphanage to give him an easier life. And people would see, after the adoption, as a great woman. And slowly, the day after the banishment of Damon Wellbone vanishes from their minds. But as the days passed, Lucia's hate towards the boy grew more. The way he forced her to call him 'Aaron' instead of 'Daniel', how he would respond to her. And one day, they snapped. Aaron was sixteen and he ran away in the snow and the wind, taking with him everything that would be a proof that he had one lived in the house.

My poor, poor Aaron who suffered through so much, thought with a tear Quinn.

Still in her memories, Quinn didn't heard the door open. And she nearly yelled from surprise when a weight crashed her bone. But a hand over her mouth silent her.

"Mummy !" Cheered a young boy and with the light of the moon who had risen with the time of her remembering, Quinn saw the black locks of Sebastien.

"Hello, hun." She said with a smile, stroking the cheek of her little boy. She turned her head and saw Rose and Sasha. "Hi."

"You're still weak." Worried the youngest girl, getting closer and sitting on the edge of the bed. "We shouldn't have come."

"I'm happy to see you." Respond Quinn, frowning. "I've missed you all."

"It's not like you weren't asleep for days." Joked Rose with a grin, chuckling,

Sebastien, unhappy that his 'mother' stopped stroking his cheek, burst out : " I wanted to come too !"

Everyone looked surprised at the boy before Quinn started to rub the hair of the boy who smelled like strawberries. The pout on the his face faded away and the child nuzzled his head in the crook of the neck of the girl, lying down on his body. And a moment later, he was deeply asleep, snoring slightly and a drop of saliva falling down from his ajarad mouth, making all the others awe.

"You are lucky to have been chosen to be his mother." Softly said Rose, baring raising her tone.

"He reminds me of Aaron . . ." Murmed Quinn, almost mouthing her words, knowing that her friends understood her. She bent her neck to kiss the boy on the forehead with a unique tear falling down from her dry cheek.

"I'm sure they both had the same spirit." Said Sasha , whipping away my cry with the back of his hand as sitting next to me and keeping a warm embrace around my shoulder. I smiled, feeling comfortable with the three people I loved surrounding me.

And slowly, I started drifting to sleep when I felt the heavy weight of the head of my friends falling on both my shoulders. Trying not to wake anyone, I let my head fall sideways on Sasha's, enjoying the simple fact to be finally home,

But home will never be real with my Aaron.