Masquerade Love (Jimin X Mina) [Completed]

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

The sun is brightly shining outside. It's Saturday so I have no classes and I'm staying at the Hospital. Sharon and I are alone inside the room but no one is starting the conversation. She was avoiding her sight on me while I was looking directly at her. She was still not informed about the bad news, Dad called me again and asked me to be the one to inform Sharon about it.

I don't want to spill it to her. What if she'll try to kill herself again? What if it'll worsen her situation?

Mom and her became the closest. Especially when Dad and I moved in Europe. She will hurt the most hearing Mom died and I hate seeing her cry over and over again. She shouldn't cry. She shouldn't always feel pain. My God, why can't I do something? why am I so worthless here?

"Do you need something?" I softly asked.

"I want to call Mom"

I was stiffened by her reply.

"Call her for me" she added.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I guess there's no way I should hide it from her. She deserves to know the truth.

"Dad called me last night. According to him, Mom was heart attacked but he came late and as he brought her to the hospital..." I don't know how to say it to her so I bowed down looking at the tiled floor, I continued "She was declared dead on arrival by the Doctor" with voice fading and tears started streaming from eyes.

I didn't hear any reaction from her so I turned my head up to look at her. She was staring at the window, weakly smiling with tears falling on her cheeks.

"After how many years of sacrificing her life for me. Finally. Now, she can rest." She said sincerely. "She was always there for me. She understood me everytime. She smiled and laughed with me. She never left me. She took care of me. Watched me when I'm asleep and held my hand when I was on pain." She closed her eyes and felt her tears streaming on her face.

"Please leave, I want to be alone" she uttered while taking heavy breaths. It was my cue to exit her room and give her a time to grieve alone.

*

@ArtSic Café

I filled my ears with the piano and violin instrumental on the background. The paintings were still neatly arranged, pleasing my eyes with it's aesthetic, hoping that this would temporarily help me forget about the adversities I'm facing.

I am looking at the menu but my focus was not on the list of drinks nor food to choose. I was staring at the logo which is a paint brush and a music note. Unconsciously, tears welled up in my eyes as the logo brought back a memory I shared with mom. A mixture of dejection and nostalgia reigned in my heart.

//Flashback//

I'm still 6 years old and I got injured by our new ballet routine. It was more intense and difficult.

"Ow-ouch!" I exclaimed as Mom is curing my sprained foot. Even though she is gently curing it, I was still yelling.

"This is almost done" she comforted. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths to endure the pain. "Sweetie, it's done, the pain will be gone" she held my cheeks. I opened my eyes and I saw her gentle eyes. "You love ballet, right?"

I nodded in response.

"Then you have to experience a lot of hardships for you to become good at what you love" she stood up and held my hand to assist me. I didn't understand what she meant by that though.