His eyes glistened in the moonlit room. I watched him as he quietly hummed along to my sad melody, his head swaying gently from side to side. My lips curled into a smile and I copied his actions. As I added in my singing he stopped humming and looked up at me, listening carefully to my old and used lyrics. I immersed myself in my song, remembering on how I thought up my lyrics made me stop mid-song. Gumball tilting his head slightly at my action, but I ignored him and layed out the memories in my mind from when I was a mere teenager.
"Marshall dear." She called out as she heard me pass her door, her voice slightly cracking. I turned and headed back towards her bed chamber, my mind pondering on what she may have wanted from me. I opened the door and poked my head through. She laid there, her pale face showed the dark bags under her eyes and her cheek bones abnormally showing through. Just looking at her sleepy, ill face made me want to be sick. I approached her slowly, not wanting to wake her or fuss her in any way. "Mother, I'm here. Did you need anything?" I asked in my timid voice. Her head turned and her face lit up once she saw me stood by her large bed. "You're getting so big now, Marshy. I just wanted to see you dear" Her eyes crinkled when she smiled, making her look old even though she was only 35. I loved her dearly and I was so scared of losing her to this evil disease. Why did she have to d- I couldn't even say it. I looked at her and then the tears flowed from my eyes and down my cheeks. I said my last goodbye to her and kissed her softly on her forehead. I calmly walked out of her room and closed the door silently behind me before running to my room on the other side of the mansion and slamming the door, sliding down it slowly. I grabbed my guitar, from which was given to me by my mother when I was only seven. She used to love music and sang to me every night, but that was before she fell ill. I got a music sheet and wrote my feelings down onto it, a few tears escaping and splashing onto the biro marked paper.
After I had finished I played it every day until she passed. Then I forgot all about it, discarded it because I didn't want them feelings coming back to me. But it seems I never really forgot. Gumball poked my arm and wiped various rolling tears from my cheek before they progressed any further. "All is going to be fine Marshall. I don't know why you're crying but I'll make it better." His kind voice warmed my heart and I placed my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes from the moonlight shining through the window and drifted into slumber.
