The words were like a slap in the face. It was an epiphany, a revelation, a
confession. Mika deserved better. The simple three-word phrase echoed
through her mind and broke her heart over and over again. Every time she
heard it, it was like her soul was being torn from her body. Etcetera
whimpered and felt herself trembling. Was it true? Was there someone out
there who could give Mika more than she could?
Etcy had never been the singer, that was Jemima. Never been the dancer, either, because it was Victoria's job.. Never been anything, really. But now, as the Moon shone on her, she seemed different somehow. Her fur shone, and her eyes were brighter than usual. It was almost as if she were glowing. She'd never looked this beautiful, not even at the Jellicle Ball, when all Cats were supposed to look their best! There was something about her tonight.
Biting her lower lip fiercely to keep from crying, the queen took a deep breath and lifted her deep brown eyes towards the Heaviside. Her voice was soft, and barely audible, but the words were painfully clear.
"Can you hear me?
Am I getting through tonight?
Can you see him?
Can you make him feel alright?
If you can hear me,
Let me take his place somehow!
See he's not just anyone
He's my son.."
"Mum?" a soft voice whispered, no hint of a stutter visible, which was quite odd. The tiny tom slipped his arms around his mother, holding her. "Mum, why are you crying?" Mika knitted his brow, liquid brown doe eyes travelling over her face, looking for a clue as to why the only Cat he'd ever known was so pained. Etta couldn't bring herself to speak. She couldn't even look her son in the eye, afraid he would see why she was hurting so much. "Mum, Mum, it's okay.." Cupping Etcetera's face in his paws, Mika leaned up and kissed his mother's cheek gently, which only made her cry harder. A little worried, the kittom's voice broke as he spoke. "Tell me, Mummy, tell me why it hurts so much in there!" he placed a paw over her heart. She could feel him shaking. He was so scared that something terrible had happened to her. "Mika, there's so much you should have.." she sobbed before faltering again. "Oh, Mum, it doesn't matter.. You're all I want, all I've ever wanted!"
Author's Note - I'm not quite sure what to do next, so I'm resorting to my usual way of fixing that lack-of-ideas problem: suggestions! Any suggestions you have will be taken into consideration. They would be greatly appreciated... *cough* Please?
Etcy had never been the singer, that was Jemima. Never been the dancer, either, because it was Victoria's job.. Never been anything, really. But now, as the Moon shone on her, she seemed different somehow. Her fur shone, and her eyes were brighter than usual. It was almost as if she were glowing. She'd never looked this beautiful, not even at the Jellicle Ball, when all Cats were supposed to look their best! There was something about her tonight.
Biting her lower lip fiercely to keep from crying, the queen took a deep breath and lifted her deep brown eyes towards the Heaviside. Her voice was soft, and barely audible, but the words were painfully clear.
"Can you hear me?
Am I getting through tonight?
Can you see him?
Can you make him feel alright?
If you can hear me,
Let me take his place somehow!
See he's not just anyone
He's my son.."
"Mum?" a soft voice whispered, no hint of a stutter visible, which was quite odd. The tiny tom slipped his arms around his mother, holding her. "Mum, why are you crying?" Mika knitted his brow, liquid brown doe eyes travelling over her face, looking for a clue as to why the only Cat he'd ever known was so pained. Etta couldn't bring herself to speak. She couldn't even look her son in the eye, afraid he would see why she was hurting so much. "Mum, Mum, it's okay.." Cupping Etcetera's face in his paws, Mika leaned up and kissed his mother's cheek gently, which only made her cry harder. A little worried, the kittom's voice broke as he spoke. "Tell me, Mummy, tell me why it hurts so much in there!" he placed a paw over her heart. She could feel him shaking. He was so scared that something terrible had happened to her. "Mika, there's so much you should have.." she sobbed before faltering again. "Oh, Mum, it doesn't matter.. You're all I want, all I've ever wanted!"
Author's Note - I'm not quite sure what to do next, so I'm resorting to my usual way of fixing that lack-of-ideas problem: suggestions! Any suggestions you have will be taken into consideration. They would be greatly appreciated... *cough* Please?