So here's the second chapter! I think this will just be a two-shot. I honestly can't think of anymore chapters to add. But if anyone has suggestions on any other stories you would like to see then let me know! :)

This chapter is about Leo reminiscing to the day of his mother's death. When I wrote this I didn't really intend for it to be a continuation of the previous chapter, but they both have the same concept of "don't look back" and angst/tragedy. I guess you could see it as a continuation though.

Thanks to "percabeth fan extrodinare" for reviewing! :)

The memory was almost bittersweet. It kept coming back to me in a cascade of sadness. I knew I could never bring my mother back from the dead. And yet...I couldn't help but feel a small flicker of hope in me. It had been several years since the incident, but the memory was still fresh in my mind.

Flashback

The acrid scent of smoke and burning wood emanated from the remaining ruins of the warehouse.

"Mom!" I called, faltering slightly as I fell into a coughing fit from the inhalation of smoke. I repeatedly called for my mother, but to no avail. I was helpless to intervene. I watched from afar as the flames engulfed my home, with my mother inside.

Tears rolled down my face, tracing their way through the dirt and grime. I wasn't sure whether the tears were caused by the fact that my mother just died, or because the smoke was sending a painful stinging sensation in my eyes.

I slowly walked toward the dying fire. I called for my mom again, but no voice answered me. I carefully pushed aside the burnt rubble as I made my way through the ruins. Something caught my eye.

I knelt and picked up a teddy bear that was smeared with soot. One of its arms was burnt off, but it didn't matter. I had gotten it as a gift from my mother on my third birthday. The memories came flooding back. I hugged the stuffed animal to my chest. Strange, how a teddy bear could mean so much to me.

I stood there, hugging the only thing left of my mother, and closed my eyes.

End of Flashback

The memories haunted me. I didn't know what to do with my life. I didn't have any direction to go except forward.

I couldn't go back. Not now. Not ever.

Sorry, that's a short one. But I didn't intend for this to be a long two-shot. I will do more angst/tragedy stuff, but on different topics.