The Man Out Of Time [A ShadAmy and Silver Story]

Chapter 11

Lullaby (Good Night, My Angel) by Billy Joel (Cover by La Chasse)

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-Silver-

What is wrong with me?

I perked up from the couch and scanned my eyes throughout the empty house. Once I was sure I could not see or sense anyone, I let out a breath of sweet relief. I couldn't imagine what I would have gone down if my mother had heard what I had just said, let alone my father. Of course, knowing him, he would try to fight me for the chance to kill those villains. And if my mother had heard me, a lecture about using the word 'murder' in her household would be a given. 

'I can't go back to sleep. There has to be something around to snack on.'

I quietly got up from the couch and gently tossed the blankets off my body. The sound of my joints popping made me cringe a bit.

'I need some water. My joints sound like they're 70.'

Walking over to the kitchen, I could see the light was still on. That struck me as strange since I swore I turned it off before heading to sleep. The distance between the living room and the kitchen is quite significant, so I couldn't blame myself for not noticing. I was still adjusting to the large layout of this house. Back with my father, the house was drastically smaller, barely big enough to accommodate two people nicely. 

Standing near the doorway, I could hear a low, muffled voice. It wasn't deep enough to be Shadow's, so it must have been Amy's.

I peered my head into the kitchen door, as just as I thought, I could hear the faint whispering of my mother's voice. My father was asleep at the table. His head rested in between his crossed arms, using them as a makeshift pillow. A blind mind could see the loving and longingness in my mother's eyes.

My mother was admiring him quietly. I could tell she longed to touch him but didn't so she wouldn't bother him.

'That's actually really sweet...'

And then, I began to hear what the whispers were.

The words were song lyrics, and she wasn't whispering, she was singing. My mother was singing to him.

"Goodnight my angel, time to close your eyes

And save these questions for another day

I think I know what you've been asking me

I think you know what I've been trying to say

I promised I would never leave you

Then you should always know

Wherever you may go, no matter where you are

I never will be far away"

This song. I knew this lullaby. My father would sing this lullaby to me when I was younger. Whether it was a nightmare, the feeling of anxiety because of the war, or a dream about my mother, this song was there to console me. Was this my mother's song to him?

"Goodnight my angel, now it's time to sleep

And still so many things I want to say

Remember all the songs you sang for me

When we went sailing on an emerald bay

And like a boat out on the ocean

I'm rocking you to sleep

The water's dark and deep, inside this ancient heart

You'll always be a part of me"

I watched as she carefully pets my father's black and crimson quills so gently as if she was afraid that with one touch, he would wake from his sleep. At that time, the power within me felt her deep sadness for my father. As much as I tried to pry myself into her emotions to explore the reason for these feelings further, I was unable to. What is my mother so sad about?