Yorick:
Flashback:
My mother led inside with her. I knew this was where the magic happened, and the magic was sothing worse, sothing very dangerous. But my parents were very good at it. They had been doing it for so long that I could not even rember, probably since before I was born.
And they took a lot of pride in what they did.
"Co on in," my mother smiled when she noticed that I was still standing in the doorway, lost in thought.
There was an injection filled with pink liquid.
"Give your hand," my mother asked.
I followed her lead and gave her my hand. She pricked my finger and began mixing my blood with the pink liquid. Once she was done, she handed the injection.
"Now rember, no matter what she says to you, no matter how much she tries to convince you that she is fine, you will tell her she is not, and that this is the only thing that will help her. Do not let her fool you with emotions," my mother reminded before handing over the dicine.
"Do not worry. I know what I am doing," I replied.
"I know you told briefly what this dicine is about, but now I want to know the secret details," I whispered to my mother.
She gestured for to sit down. I sat across the table, and she took her usual spot in the main chair.
"This is not a dicine only to create monsters," she began. "This is different. It is a special one, sothing I have created with much thought and care."
"Once you inject this into her, everything related to soone else in her body, like her feelings, emotions, and thoughts for Ian, will disappear. Anything that connects her to him will slowly fade, and so will the mark on her neck," my mother explained.
"Then she will start feeling for you. She will confess her love to you. She will want to be with you. For that, she will even accept and your father, anything a desperate mate would do to get the attention of their mate. She will do all of it. In short, she will give you the love you deserve."
My mother was not finished, but she paused to reach for a glass of wine.
"Do you want so?" she asked.
I kept staring at the dicine. I guessed I really needed a glass of wine.
"Yeah, just a little," I replied, lowering my head and resting my forehead on the back of my hand.
When I lifted my head, I noticed my mother had already poured the drink, but she was adding sothing else to it.
"What is it?" I asked curiously.
"Oh, it is just to help soothe your muscles," she replied, handing the glass.
She had done that before, so I did not think much of it. I was agreeing to what she wanted to do, so she had no reason to be sneaky with , or so I thought.
"How long will the effect of this dicine last?" I asked as I slowly took a sip of the drink.
She watched closely.
"It will stay forever, but it will grow slowly over ti," she explained, and I nodded in understanding.
"While it is growing, is there a way it could break? I an, is there sothing I need to make sure I do not do to ruin its effect?" I asked my mother, holding the injection in my hand.
She stared at for a while, then nodded.
"What is it?" I snapped, which seed to give her a little hope, probably because she thought I might die before doing anything wrong. She knew how much I loved Clentine. Of course, I would not make a mistake that would ruin everything for us.
"Make sure there are no argunts, and do not ntion rejection. That is all for now. Just go ahead and inject her with it, and I will tell you more later," she explained, making stand up nervously.
"Do not worry, Yorick. It will work," she added, giving a small hand gesture to show that her preparations never failed.
"Okay, I will try to do my best," I replied.
With that, I took the dicine from my mother and walked back toward her room.
I took a deep breath and stepped back toward my bedroom, where Clentine was. My hand rested on the doorknob as I gave it so thought.
There would be no returning from this point. I knew that much. On one side, there was morality, my loyalty to Clentine, and my responsibility to be truthful to her. On the other hand, there was a beautiful life with Clentine. But I had to kill my subconscious for it.
End Of Flashback:
The mont I fell to my knees, my mother grew impatient. She tried to reach for , but I slapped her hand away.
"Yorick, what is happening to you?" Clentine called from behind , but I rubbed my face in my hands.
"You betrayed ," I said to my mother, snapping my head up to look at her.
She looked offended that I would say that.
"Yorick, get yourself together. You know I would never do that," she argued.
I shook my head and pointed at her with trembling hands.
"You ruined everything. Why would you do that? I told you not to do that. You knew," I shouted, then paused to rub the back of my neck.
"No, I did not. For all I knew, you wanted to inject her with it," my mother replied, still trying to lie to .
I barely managed to stand, because every ti I tried, I felt like collapsing to my knees again.
"No, you knew I did not want it. That is why I did not do it," I scread, and she lowered her head, probably realizing she could not fool anymore.
"I wish you had not done it because, Mother, this was not what I wanted. I hate myself. I hate myself," I cried.
As I said that, my mother’s eyes filled with tears.
"I did it for you. Look, she loves you now," my mother insisted, kneeling beside as I dropped to my knees again.
"But I hate myself," I said again. "And I hate you."
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