It was raining the next day, almost as if the weather had matched my mood of melancholy as we prepared to leave. I was subdued and quiet through breakfast and was the last to say goodbye. Each of the ladies hugged my aunt and spoke in hushed tones, about what? I had no clue and perhaps at another time I might have been more curious but at the moment I was feeling slightly depressed and my thoughts were elsewhere
I gave my aunt a tight hug when it came time to say goodbye.
"Thank you." My voice was shaky but I didn't care. "For everything."
"Your welcome, Aiden," She said warmly. "And thank you for not forgetting about me."
"Never," I muttered. "Aunt or not, you've been more of a mother to me than anyone else."
Whatever happened in the great scar and whatever reason my blood mother had, Aunt Jenna would never stop being my closest family. She raised me when she didn't have to and had treated me like her son. I'd never said it before, but we both knew.
