A PROMISE TO MOTHER
It was easy to forget that she wasn't gone.
That their ailing Mother would not be there to scold them.
Be there to remind them to mind their father, and be good to each other.
She was gone.
The imprint of her body still there in her old sheets, and it caused a hateful stir in Feyre's belly.
"I should never have promised you," that is how she felt.
Suddenly she had the feeling this morning, two weeks after her mother had lived her last night under their roof. That their father still had hope for the future, and a life with his beloved. Elain and Nesta had believed it once too, but Feyre knew.
No one was safe from death.
Least of all her.
"Why did I promise?" What if she was going to be the next one to die? What if she never fulfilled the promise she made to her mother?
"Feyre," a small voice with big eyes sniffled from the door.
Elaine.
Feyre picked her up. "Why are you out of bed?"
"Because you left it?" She nestled her head into her shoulder, making a noise like a wet kitten. It was not difficult to love Elain, or Nesta when all their small bodies nestle up with one another in their massive bed. Most nights they couldn't sleep alone, and Feyre didn't mind it. Not after the loneliness their Mother had left them with.
"Where did you go? You know she would follow you," Nesta voice was as harsh as her mind.
"I know," Feyre sighed, looking at the roof above them. Enduring the time and space it would take to ensure that the promise she made to her mother would last longer than she was given in this world.
The End