The sun disappeared and the moon was back to it's full glory , granting the night beings their time to shine .
Mila's eyes rolled behind her closed eyelids before she parted her mouth and she breathed through . Her throat was dry and tightened . She flattered her eyes open . Through the dark , she looked at her mother's figure sitting at the edge of her bed .
"Hey ," Her mother greeted her . Her voice hoarse and weak but with some warmth in it . "How are you ?" Her mother was smiling weakly while she caressed Mila's blond hair .
Mila felt like swatting her hand away , but she didn't . She rather sat up and her mother retreated her hand , her expression sad as she starts brushing her own hands . "W-" Mila chokes on her words . Her throat too dry and hurtful .
"Oh," Her mother stands up and rushes to the counter opposite the bed before she comes back with a glass filled with water ,"Here ." She offers Mila the glass who accepts the water and thanked her mother in her head .
After gulping down the water and moisturing her throat , she places the glass back on the counter near the bed before she thanks her mother , loudly this time ," Thank you ." Her voice was as weak and still pained .
"You're welcome ." Her mother said , caressing her leg over the blanket .
Whenever her parents are nervous or are afraid to say what they truly want to say , their feelings for example , Mila noticed them by their movements . They would always seek for physical contents . It's like they want to hold onto you . Making sure you don't leave . Or that you are still with them and going through this path with them .
Mila lowered her head and sobbed silently , her hair flying foward and hiding her face . "Oh darling ." Her mother muttered before she scooted closer and embraced her in a warm , comforting hug . Her hand caressed her back and Mila felt secured in her mother's arms for the first time after a long time . She cried silently .
It very painful and all she could do is weep her eyes out . And she suddenly wished it would've been her instead of him . But she knew the fate was his . It was already written down . He was going to die anyways .
After clearing her heart out , which she regretted doing because she felt like it someone just shoved down a burning, sizzling iron down her throat that caused her pain . She hates pain . It makes her cry and she doesn't want to cry . She hates crying . It's weak .
She pulled back from her mother and when the woman's mouth parted and spoke what Mila couldn't hear very well , she cut her off and fired her question ," Who is my father ?"
Her mother's head jerked back with her eyes popping out of their sockets in the meanwhile . Her expression was like Mila had slapped her in the face and this matter will definitely be mentioned over the family meeting . "What ?" Her mother's accused voice rang in her ears .
Mila held her mother's gaze . She waited for her respond and she is pretty damn sure her mother heard her question , so she didn't waste her the last kilojoules of her decreasing energy to repeat the question .
Her hands reached out for her and she didn't pull back . Her mother looked into her eyes , pain dancing on them ," Milica , what do you mean ?" She asked .
Mila closed her eyes . She hates her full name .
She finally registered her thoughts and opened her eyes to her mother who spoke in a fast pace ," What do you mean who is your father ? How could you even ask that ? What," her mother sighed and scooted away from her . She tipped her head back and pinched the bridge of her nose ." What makes you question that ? Isn't Maxwell your dad?" her mother asked , her eyes back on Mila's.
Mila shook her head . Multiple times . Her eyes closed , forcing the tears to rush back from the river they come from . She doesn't need them now !
"What do you mean no , Milica ?! You are getting way over board young lady!" Her mother stood up from the bed , her voice piercing knives to Mila's sensitive ears .
Mila opened her eyes , unshed tears glistening in them as she looks at her mother . She couldn't believe her mother's act .
"I will give you some time to clear your head ." Her mother said and walked away ," Seemingly that you losing it." Her mother muttered under her breath that Mila heard .
"He said I am not ." Mila's voice was broken.
Charlotte halted on her tracks . She did not turn . She did not talk . The silent was suffocating Mila . She wants answers !
"Well , he was lying to you ." With that , her mother left , the door loudly shutting behind her hot steps .
A whimper escaped from Mila's lips before she threw her head back . She tried to stop the tears from spilling , but they were fucking burning her eyeballs when she leaves the unshed . And goddammit ! It hurts .
She raised her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her cold body while she trembled and cried silently . It looked like she was alone , but Jasmine let her presence known besides her and went on to embrace her sister while they both silently cried together .