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"Do not worry, I will not go in there," I added. "Please, let be alone with her for a few minutes." This ti my voice ca out as a whisper.
"So ti alone with my mother." I could tell he did not want to leave . He was probably thinking he would lose if he left here.
"Ian, I am fine. I know I cannot get close to her," I said, and this ti I tried not to sound like a maniac who was causing him stress, yet he looked very concerned for .
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 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 mont I thought you took my brother and ran away to start fresh. There were days when I wondered why my mother would leave and pretend she was dead. I was angry for the first few years, thinking why you did not take 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 co to the dark side of the North and survive.
But I found her pendant on the other side. It made wonder how long she had been alive before she turned into a monster.
But why would it take her so much ti? There were so many unanswered questions.
Ian told the monsters were created by cruel people.
But how and why did they choose such a harsh punishnt for my mother?
"You know, now that I am looking at you like this, I wish you had been alive and walked away from . 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 ."
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 to get inside so she could kill , sothing my mother would never do to .
"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 sad. That I could not have a last word with you," I recalled, rembering 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 soone who was just there.
"Just so you know, Mother, I love you," I said, sniffling and then cleaning the tears from my eyes.
"And whatever I do to you, please do not take offense to it," I added. Then I took a deep breath.
"Anyway, we are deciding to clean the North so you can all rest in peace. Would it be okay if I do that?" I asked her.
I smiled to myself because she could not respond.
I let out a deep breath and turned around to look at Ian. He was across the road, kicking so rocks.
"Look over there, that is my mate," I told my mother, cleaning my tears with the back of my hand.
"Is he not the most handso man ever?" I asked, turning to look at her.
"Rember when Daddy used to say I would never have a mate? I have four. Of course I am not going to pick the other three, but they are my good friends and they are all in love with . I do not know if it helps or not, but I am the only one who got many mates," I said as I pointed at my chest with both hands, because it was odd that a woman had so many mates.
"Look, your son-in-law. He is strong, and he cares for . I am in good hands, Mother," I told her, this ti smiling genuinely while tears still ford in my eyes.
"Ian," I called for him.
He lifted his head and stared at .
"Co," I gestured.
He quickly began to approach , his hands still in his pockets. As soon as he arrived, he gently pinched my cheek.
"See, he is the most perfect mate ever," I told my mother, and Ian looked at before he turned to her.
"Hi, mother-in-law," he greeted, pulling his hand out of his pocket and waving.
"I will be happy with him. You need to rest."
The mont I said it, I watched Ian hunch over to look at my face, studying .
"Yes, you are right, Ian. I have made my decision. I do not want her to keep living like this. She would never have wanted it." As soon as I said that, Ian smiled comfortably before pulling into a hug.
I kept staring at my mother, and a single tear rolled down my face again, but I quickly wiped it away with my finger.
When I broke the hug, I looked at her again, then back at Ian.
"How are we going to do this?" I asked him in a soft and gentle voice.
"Would it be too brutal? I do not want it to be," I began to ask, then paused, pinching the space between my fingers.
It was my anxious reaction.
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