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𝕯𝖊𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓
TW: Mentions of Death and depression
It had been two weeks and the girl was over Gilbert at this point, his name hadn't even crossed her mind the whole week, she was much worried about her mother.
The doctor had come by through Joseph's request and gave their mother a week to live. The reasons were unknown to her, though Joseph had been a mess ever since and her mother was simply taking the news as if it was just the usual.
She heard Joseph crying the whole week, she took it upon herself to be strong even though every minute of the day she thought of how she was going to live without her mother.
She was living her whole life taking the woman for granted. How could she be this selfish?
Joseph has stopped tending to the farm and locked himself in his room, and now, Cassandra was bringing tea up to her mother's room.
"Ah, my sweet Cassie." Her mother smiled, her eyes were red and glossy, clearly, she had been crying. "I love you so much, my darling." Her mother said as tears began to fill both of their eyes.
"Do you want to hear a story?" Her mother asked as she put down the tea for her mother to drink, "It was a winter night when you were born, I remember the pain and the contractions. Joseph was with Marge that day, oh Marge, I will finally get to see my friend." Her mother said with joy,
Cassandra couldn't help but let out a sob, "Oh, moving on. You were like the sun that cleared the snow on that winter's day. Even if your father and I were arguing that day, we couldn't help but stop and admire our beautiful creation. We named you Cassandra because it was my mother's second name, oh how sad that you didn't get to meet her." Her mother patted the blonde's hand.
"She was a sweet and kind lady who would like to feed you all day long, though your second name, however, meant love. We loved you will all our hearts, my dear. You and Joseph are my everything. I want you to promise me that you'll never give up on your dreams. Yes, I know of them well, Gilbert and you used to gush about them all day when you were younger." Her mother laughed,
Tears continued to fall down her cheeks as she did, "Explore the world, darling. Do what I was afraid to do. Find your father, I know you've been longing for him. Be an artist, go to museums, be who I wanted but couldn't be. There isn't much time for me anymore, though I would always be here for both of you. Even though I may not be physically with you, I'll always be in your heart, and live through your eyes."
Her mother cried as the girl's sobs began to get louder, her mother kissed both her cheeks, her forehead, and her nose, "Joseph isn't ready to face the truth right now, though one day I'll be gone, and you'll have to live by yourself. I taught you everything I know, I taught Joseph everything he needs to know, though you're young and won't be able to do it by yourselves so I know that when I'm gone you're going to try and look for your father." Her mother coughed as she got up to take a couple of letters from her bedside cabinet,
"These will help you understand everything you need to know, you can sell the house, sell the farm, take all the money I saved up to find him. Just promise me you'll be safe and live your dreams." Her mother gave her a bunch of papers that didn't matter to her at the moment,
"But I don't want you to leave, please. I can't do this alone." She cried, "But you'll have to, sweetheart."
Her mother bitterly smiled as they shared a tight and long embrace, sobs echoed and soon Joseph had joined them, finally letting himself out of his room, he knew he would regret it if he spent the last breaths of his mother sulking in his room so he accepted what was to happen and shared the moment with his family.
Allison Bartley-Deighton was leaving her two precious children, and soon, just like everything else, Cassandra felt another heartbreak of life.
Never take time for granted, for you never know when it was going to end.
