Chapter 63 Moon And Stars - Part Il

• The sky that day was a canvas of darkness. Not a single ray of sun had peaked through as I stood in front of the temple of the deity staring at my mother’s lifeless face for one last time. My eyes searched for hers, to see them one last time. I wanted her to look at me with those warm eyes one more time. I wanted her to tell me how much she adored me. I-I wanted to tell her how much I loved her. My gaze shifted from her face to the marble statue of the deity behind her. I stepped back as the wolves came forward to convey their respect to her. They filled her with her favourite flowers, the things she adored and their love.
• That day, when they took her to the grave she would be laid, I wasn’t there, when they buried her, I wasn’t there, when they held the ceremony to say goodbye, I wasn’t there. All that was in front of my eyes were those bloodshot eyes, all I could feel was the guilt. I couldn’t do anything; I did nothing to help her. All I did was watch, I only watched as that guy killed her.
• I did not bother count how many days I laid on the floor of my room. I did not bother counting the sleepless nights. All I consumed was just enough to keep this child in me alive. Why am I alive? Why is this child I carry alive? Why did you keep me still breathing if you don’t wish me to live? Why do you expect me to still breathe after the last thing I remember of my mother is her lying on her own blood? Shouldn’t it have been me? Wasn’t that bastard there to take my life? Why did he take her’s instead of mine?