Clementine:
"Do not worry, I will not go in there," I added. "Please, let me be alone with her for a few minutes." This time my voice came out as a whisper. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"Some time alone with my mother." I could tell he did not want to leave me. He was probably thinking he would lose me if he left me here.
"Ian, I am fine. I know I cannot get close to her," I said, and this time I tried not to sound like a maniac who was causing him stress, yet he looked very concerned for me.
However, he finally began to step back and then pointed to the other side of the road.
"I will be standing there. Do not ask me to step all the way away from you," he requested, and I finally gave him a nod.
He walked away, and I turned to my mother again, smiling at her.
"I never thought I would see you again." I placed my hand on the glass window. "You know, for a brief moment I thought you took my brother and ran away to start fresh. There were days when I wondered why my mother would leave me and pretend she was dead. I was angry for the first few years, thinking why you did not take me with you."
I paused as I zoned out for a bit.
"And then when I found your pendant," I paused as I took the pendant from my shirt and showed it to her, smiling, "I thought maybe you were alive."
My lips quivered, even though it was highly unlikely anyone would come to the dark side of the North and survive.
But I found her pendant on the other side. It made me wonder how long she had been alive before she turned into a monster.
But why would it take her so much time? There were so many unanswered questions.
Ian told me the monsters were created by cruel people.
But how and why did they choose such a harsh punishment for my mother?
"You know, now that I am looking at you like this, I wish you had been alive and walked away from me. That would have been fine. I would have been upset with you. I would have told you, hey, I hate you." I pretended to be angry, then I smiled while breaking down. "But at least you would have been there with me."
I paused because I noticed there were no expressions on her face.
She was just smiling with her strange eyes that my mother never had, almost as if she was waiting for me to get inside so she could kill me, something my mother would never do to me.
"You know, the one who did this to you, probably threw you here, I killed him with my own hands," I said, placing a hand on my chest.
"But there is this feeling that makes me sad. That I could not have a last word with you," I recalled, remembering how my father turned into a monster who was still in his senses.
Why could my mother not be like that? Why did they not make her into a monster who could speak and talk?
They made her someone who was just there.


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