My eyes look down at the necklace that our mother had given us when we were young. Well a piece of her own stone mixed with our own.
BB loved our mother. She loved her. So much. Maybe part of the reason she's returned is because our mother's memory is here.
Flashback
I had been jotting down my idea's in a notebook. My attention turning to a scrap of paper with writing on it. Out of curiousity I snatched it and began reading it.
'She is my protector, my idol, my hero. She is a proud warrior. She refuses to be broken, refuses to be tamed.
The strongest being I've witnessed. Is she really fighting to full extent? I must know, I must know. Dear mother don't you see?
I train to gain your love and affection. It drives me, I want to inspire Solar the way you have me. Yet your strength...is unattainable. It's unreal, yet why do you serve under someone else?
Is there someone who surpasses you in strength? No matter, they will never amount to you. My mother. My mom.
Why can't I be like you, will I make you proud? That's all I want, to....make you smile. Feel as your appreication washes over me, and drives me to believe I might make you proud one day.
You're my hero mom'
My eyes re-read the writing. She wants to model herself after our mother? I...had no...idea she felt this kind of inspiration.
Present.
Mom. BB only listens if we bring her into a conversation, maybe why she snapped after we informed her we just said that.
I saw her eyes fall, felt her hope lower. Eyes turning heartless and savage yet again. Hatred burning in them, had she inherited our fathers' temper?
She looked defeated.
She looked hopeless.
She looked...depressed..
Mom...BB loves you...now I know why you never stopped loving her. I see how she adored you, and your fighting technics.
We all love you mother. We do. Me. Haze. Broken.
“Why did you die?”I whisper, bring the small stone to my cheek as if I can feel her presence.
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