𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓-chapter 5

"Dust ?" He looks at me and swallows, his eyes staring at me with demands, as if trying to say something with his eyes.

"We have to go home," he says, putting his hand on my shoulder, leading us on the way back.
"Dust!" I shout but he does not stop, he keeps pushing me with his hand on my shoulder, so I do not resist walking.

"Stop Dustin!" I say his name nervously and he stops just a few feet from my front yard door.
"Will you explain to me why we came back, without saying a word?" I look at him as he scratches the
back of his neck.

"Just come in, Hazel," he says in a whisper and
opens the door.

I walk in sullen, Dust walks behind me and directly I notice the light that is not in the house, it's dark.
I turn my head in misunderstanding as my heart starts pounding.

"Hey, come in," he says, opening the door. "Mom?" I ask into the empty space when there is no answer. Instead of Miss Avery sits with a cup of tea in her hands, lowering her eyes down. Her gaze meets mine as soon as she raises her head.

"Hazel," she says in a fragile voice and my head spins again.

That cannot be what is happening.
It could not be that this is what I dreamed happened.
It happens?

I guess Dust hand caresses my back but I feel nothing, I just feel the air outside on my lungs when Avery says "she's gone," several times, and explains that my mom, is gone .

"You're lying," I say as a single tear rolls from my right eye.
"Hazel she's -," she tries to say but i shut her up, and begin to feel the pain in my heart rise up.

"You're fucking lying !" I'm cursing , but I don't care.
"You-," I interrupt her again, turning to Dust with my eyes full of tears.

"She's lying, right?" I ask in pain as I look at him, his hand rising to my cheek.
"No," I say, taking his hand off my cheek.

"Haze she's not here," he says, looking at me and trying to grab my body as my weak body fall to the floor.

"It cannot be," I say in a weak voice, looking at the floor.

He lifts my tiny body and when I can stand he looks down.

I'm trying to think of the only solution to what's going on here.

So many times she was missing at home, most of the time I fell asleep alone, and got up the next morning alone, without an omelet sandwich waiting for me on the table.

All these years were wasted on Dust, every little moment I spent of to hang out with him, have fun with him and not think about what I was leaving behind.