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YOU PULL THE STIFF FARBIC UP FROM YOUR HIPS UNTIL IT RESTED SNUGGLY AROUND YOUR WAIST. You fastened the button on the flared jeans before pulling the zipper up, your thick winter boots clicking on the cold wooden floor while you made your way to your rather small circle mirror which was hanged on your wall. You flatten down the collar on your white button up shirt that you tucked into your jeans with the top button unfastened to show off your mommas simple gold necklace she gave you right before she past. Her last words echoed through your head ever since you lost her and you vowed to her pure soul to uphold her wish.
"Live a life you want to live my dear sweet Y/N. Live as though it seems your last day because it very well might be," her voice was like a thin whisper, barely escaping off her tongue as she battled to hold onto her remaining seconds of life. Her hands were so cold and boney in your warm ones you might as well be holding a corpses hand. Your eyes were red and puffy from your tears, a ache in your chest doubling every time your momma slowly blinked her tired eyes, thinking they could close at any second and never open again.
With shaky hands you brought her own up to your lips to lay a peck on them before replying with a trembling voice, "I promise momma, I promise. I swear to God I will."
The small tick in the corner of her lips told you she wanted to smile but physically couldn't, the muscles in her body shutting down with little energy still in them. Your own smile blossoms on your face to try and seem cheery for your momma, but as her eyes slowly fluttered closed you felt your heart plummet. You froze, waiting for her eyes to reopen again and show the beautiful e/c that always showed kindness in them and a never empty basket filled with love, but they stayed closed. The cold hand that was grasped in your own lost its weak grip, threatening to slip out if you didn't tighten your own.
"Momma... momma please wake up. Momma please," sobs sting your throat that try to escape but you hold them in, hoping that your momma would open her eyes. "J-Just open your eyes, momma come on open them."
A large hand comfortably lays itself on your shoulder to try and tug you away but you just shake it off, your free hand moving to shake your momma as panic swirls in your chest.
"Y/N-"
You shake your head aggressively, shoulders bouncing as you kept fighting off your sobs, the weight in your chest tripling with each passing second as you waited for her. "N-No she ain't dead, tell him momma, daddy's wrong you ain't dead!"
But she was, and she's never coming back.
"Girl you better hurry up before your late for that damn bus!" The memory pops like a bubble in your mind when your daddy's calls you from the living room, his eyes glancing at the clock with a shake of his head.
"I know, I'm coming!" You call back, letting out a small sigh, the painful ache of her death slowly subsiding. With one last look over you quickly threw on a pair of black gloves, your red hat, and your winter jacket before grabbing your school bag and quickly leaving your messy room. When you finally entered the living room your daddy was sitting in his chair with his paper work sprawled out on the coffee table which was stained by old cups and spills from the years, crayon from your old art phase still clinging to the old thing.
