𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼

𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔-chapter 6

The hair that fell out, I thought it was because of her age.

Crying at night, I thought she missed Dad and I hugged her, but not enough.
It's not supposed to be that way.

My life is falling apart in front of my eyes, just like my Dad passed away.
I do not know what it is like to grow up with a Dad, because when I was 4yo he left me and Mom alone.
I look around, feeling the heat rising in my face.

"Hazel," he says, but I hear it dimly, my tears never stopping.
"That's it, right?" I look at Dust as Avery puts her hands on my shoulders to hug me, but I throw her away and start screaming. "You knew it," I note my thoughts .

"Hey I promise you I'm here, I'll always—" But again I interrupt him and stick my finger in his naked chest.

"You knew!" I shout and cry louder,every drop of pain is filling inside of me now.

I look at him in tears and screams as he tries to explain himself.

" I'm sorry! I wanted to protect ," he says and tries to pull me into a hug but instead of I keep yelling and pushing him away from me.

"Is it cancer right? This fucking disease took my mother from me?" I ask. when he is silent, I realize that he confirms what I thought.

"You ruined my chance to live with my mum a little longer, it's you Dustin!" I scream and cry so hard as I feel my voice breaks.

He pulls me into a hug and I try to push him away from me, but he does not let go and I hit him, trying to get out of his hug, but I can't, and I break down with Dust on the floor, wrapped in his arms, my tears running down his shoulder as he strokes my hair.

I do not feel in the presence of Miss Avery, apparently she went when I heard Dust whisper to her that he would stay to take care of me, that I
would not lose myself.

The pain in my heart keeps growing and I feel like I cant stand this anymore.
We sit on the floor as Dust wraps me in his big arms, and only the sound of my crying is heard in the space of the house.

"It's Because of you,״ I say to his ear with my head resting on his shoulder.

"Because of u she left me with none memory of me," I say in a broken voice.

I blame him, with whom I spent all my childhood, not with my mother. He took my time, he's guilty.
I did not spend time with her, I did not have time to live with her enough.

I wanted her to see my wedding, my children, my family's, my successes, my whole life. That she would be proud of me here.