Chapter 62: The Dream
Jules’ pov
"Mama, do you think it’s okay that I’m not like the other kids?" I asked as I snuggled into the warmth of my mother’s arms. She smelled of a blend of different fragrances at once, a scent I translated as comfort and peace.
She left out a soft coo as she slowly combed her fingers through my hair.
"Of course, love. It’s very okay that you’re not like the other kids. If you’ve been born like them, then nothing would have made you special. You’re not like them because you’re special and perfect, Labyrinth."
As she spoke. I gripped her tightly while snuggling into her warmth even more. I wanted to believe her really bad, but something at the back of my mind still held me back.
"Mama... if I am special and perfect, why do the other kids treat me horribly? They mock me for being different. I- I don’t like being different, I don’t want to be special... or perfect, I just don’t want to be hated because I don’t hate anyone." I mumbled and she grew silent after that, choosing to stroke my hair over and over again till I almost drifted off to sleep in her arms.
"If only you can see yourself through my eyes, labyrinth... If only. Not only are you perfect, you’re also destined for great things. The kids making fun of you are gonna need you to rescue them one day... they’re all gonna bow at your feet and worship the ground you walk on..."
Everything she was saying didn’t make a lick of sense to me, so I didn’t dwell on it as I let myself be pulled into the lull of sleep.
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"Mama, I miss you every day. It’s hard living life without you. Everyday is harder than the previous one. Why did you have to leave me the same night as everyone else did? You promised to never leave me, you promised to always be with me." I cried out desperately as tears rolled down my cheeks.
A soft glow surrounded my mother’s striking features, she had a sad smile as she peered down at me, because I was currently hunched over on the ground, crying my eyes out.