Chapter 155: Missing You
Of course she knows all about what had happened to me in the past! I thought to myself as I forced my expression to remain neutral. The keeper seems to know a lot everyone and everything, which is why I wasn’t surprised when she made mention that she knew what my mother had done. But her claiming it wasn’t her fault, I knew that. I always have even when I was a kid.
It wasn’t her fault because she thought the only way we would ever be happy was if we could escape my father and she doesn’t care if that means the only way through it was death. The keeper reached for a kettle and poured me a cup of steaming hot tea. Smiling, she grabbed a cup and motioned for me to take a sip out of my tea.
I extended my hands slowly to take my cup. The warmth sunk into my fingers, an odd comfort which made me feel steady. My eyes stayed fixed on the swirling steam of the amber drink for an undecided period. I stared back up at the keeper who was watching me with a smile on her face and I decided to drink it, just a minor amount though.
A twist of spice emerged beneath the tea’s floral sweetness and sweet taste which brought unanticipated peace. I visibly relaxed as I drank the tea again, allowing taste to comfort me but I was not going to admit it.
"How do you feel now?" The keeper asked me as she calmly set her cup down.
"Guess this is where we talk about our feelings." I said dryly as I set my tea down.
The keeper shook her head at me, "We don’t have talk about anything."
I was quiet for a minute before I decided to open up my mouth to speak. "She believed death was mercy." I said with a wry smile on my face, "Do you know what kind of life you have to live to consider death mercy?"
The keeper smiled wryly as she stared at me, her arms folded her hands in her lap. "Your mother was...your mother was broken and broken people don’t always know how to protect without hurting." She said and I was quiet, reaching for my tea instead. I didn’t drink it, just held it in my hands, enjoying the warmth.