The four trouble-makers found joy in breaking the rules, their pranks almost legendary. In a world of supernatural abilities, almost everything seems possible, but two from the group, Azariah and Idris are deemed gift-less. Despite that, their fun n...
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The memories don't hurt me like I thought they would. Instead of the usual violent stabbing sensation I would feel in my chest, I feel more of an ache. Not that it's any better. I'd rather feel something visceral than an aftershock because then I would still feel a bit human.
I couldn't look at the twins and Idris as I spoke, basically talking to the floor with my head down.
"I think we all remember what state I was in after the whole... incident." I decided to put it. "I was in no way shape or form to be making such drastic decisions. Especially one that separated me so far away from the rest of you."
I close my eyes and sigh. "Our mother," I move my head towards the twins, "knew this well. Very well." My voice starts to lose volume.
"Before dad unceremoniously kicked her out, she would come into my bedroom every night. I could only freeze up whenever she was close to me so it was easy for her to fill me up with her words."
God, her words. The things I wanted her to say were said during those dreadful nights.
For all the wrong reasons.
"She would tell me she was sorry. So sorry. How she wished things went differently. How she... loved me." I hesitate with the last two words. I have to cover my face because of the sheer embarrassment. "And I believed every word. I had spent years before that accepting that I had no adoration for her left, but I couldn't have been more wrong about myself."
