I pretended to not hear my mother's sobs, begging me to stay; pretended as if the hands desperately holding unto my jacket did nothing to me. My mother's pain always triggered my own, for as long as I remembered, but the pain she'd caused me trumped my sympathy for her. The years of lies and deceit; of keeping me in the dark while I searched and searched for answers she knew about, for answers she hid from me while watching me tear myself apart looking for them.
I've found one, but I want more, I need more, and nothing is going to stop me from getting them.
I almost smile as I walk out the door and the crisp night air caresses my face; I will find my answers, even if they're a million miles away.
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Where the Stars Align
RomanceShe was a drifter. Always had been. Living a solitary life with only her mother as a constant. She moved around a lot. Never stayed in one place long enough to be known; learnt not to get attached, not to let herself love things, and she never had a...
