The Spider's Curse

Little Jeremiah

     She doesn't like long trips anymore and would rather stay inside her home knitting a newly scarf for her grandson or even their little black cat visitor during the midnight, Mrs. Lovat already knew what would turn out if she did joined in the trip, all eyes would be hers and clearly, they wouldn't have get to enjoy amongst themselves for all the attention of taking care of her would spoil their moments of fun, she chuckled, the heat would only wake her feel worse anyways...

Resting inside house, with an open TV to entertain herself, her hands continued to swift in rythm, delicately wrapping the soft fabric to one another, enjoying the moment of silence

Afterall, She prefer this kind peace and quit atmosphere over than the loud feral people scattering around the place

A few moments, a loud stomp of footsteps began to approach the door, opening the entrance with great force, Mrs. Lovat flinched in startle when her eyes caught a woman storming off insude the house without a word

Something was off about her

"Coraline?" She asked worriedly but the woman somehow noticed how she called her name and halted on the staircase

Mrs. Lovat placed her unfinished scarf beside the sofa and turned her body to face the woman

"Where are you going dearie?"

Coraline bit her lip and stared down on the staircase unnaturally

"I...I'm packing all my things Mrs. Lovat...I'm going back to New York.." she stated sadly, clutching her fist from the handles tightly, Mrs. Lovat's eyes widen in shock

"That early?" Voice bewildered, she turned her head at the calendar plastered beside the door before continuing "but I thought you're going to stay here until Gabriel's christening?"

Hearing her question, Coraline folded her hands in uneasiness, caressing them one by one as her eyes averted from the old woman's worried gaze

"Plans have been.. changed..Mrs. Lovat...I have to go, now..." she replied turning her head back to the staircase but the old woman refused her to go yet

"But why? Why dearie?"

Her questions made her grew more anxious

Coraline turned her head back again with a sad look from her face

"Ask your Grandson about it Mrs. Lovat..That is all I have to say..."

Without giving a chance for the old woman to reply, Coraline quickly dashed to her room and locked the doors in an instant, wasting no time, her hands started to gather all the things inside her luggage

she couldn't handle from talking the old woman for too much, it reminded her of him

She couldn't blame her...

She couldn't blame him either...

Or anyone from this place...

But she blamed everything to herself

In the end, Coraline helplessly sat on the bed as she remembered promising herself not to cry...

But this time

She might have to broken her promise.

As what they would always do.

Mrs. Lovat stood beneath the staircase, remembering what the young woman had told her, the old woman hopelessly shook her head

"Oh Wyborn.." she sighed sadly and turned her head towards the door

Seems like he still had some explaining to do.
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     Evening passed, the house was still oddly quiet, the old woman continued to stare towards the young florist's door hoping that she'll manage come out and talk, it's already been three hours and yet, the woman never even bothered to get out nor opened the door yet.