To live in the hearts of those we love – Part One
This is sort of a Molly fic, really, but I've turned her into more of a rebel than she was portrayed as... and she's also 15 :P
(Annoyingly, I don't own Ashes to Ashes!)
"Would you like to sit down?" the doctor asked Evan and me, "I'm afraid I have some bad news."
We sit, numbly, knowing exactly what he would tell us, "I'm sorry to tell you that your mother, Molly, and your goddaughter, Mr. White, has..." he tails off, "She's dead." He finishes simply.
I look up at the doctor, willing him to be a liar.
My mother is dead.
Alexandra Louise Drake, 15th May 1973-9th September 2008.
Beloved goddaughter of Evan and mother of Molly.
To live in the hearts of those we love is not to die.
To live in the hearts of those we love is not to die,
What a ridiculous thing to say. If it hadn't been enough for the priest to repeat about 30 times during the funeral; "In death we are only in the next room," this certainly was it. What everyone seems to think is that I don't know that my mother is dead, that I'll never see her again. They seem to believe that I think she's just gone on holiday, and she'll be back next Tuesday or something.
And, worse than that, I have to live with my dad. My dad and his girlfriend. My dad, who abandoned me and my mum when I was six months old. And now lives in Devon.
"You'll like Devon, Molly." Dad promises me falsely, knowing full well that I loathe the countryside.
I won't even bother replying, it doesn't seem worthwhile to waste the oxygen.
I've been in my dad's custody for all of a week and I already hate it. I haven't even got to the girlfriend and the house yet.
There's a sign saying we've just exited London. Fabulous. Just bloody fabulous.
It's not very long and not brilliant either, but it's my first A2A fic, so bear with me! X