Twin Voices
I have to wonder, sometimes, if my mother really loved me.
I know that it's silly, of course she must have -- I was her little boy, after all.
But even so... I have to wonder.
What kind of a mother, knowing what would befall her son five, ten, fifteen years down the road --
knowing what pain and sorrow and horror would befall him; what mother would let that child live?
What kind of a mother would raise her son, knowing that she would leave him alone in the world?
Alone among others.
My mother lived in sin.
She never loved my father. -------------------------------------------- I never knew my father.
She had so many things she tried to hide.
And no one ever knew. -------------------------------------------- Somehow, everyone knew.
My mother knew about your mother.
My mother loved your mother.
The time passes, and it still hurts.
Uncertainty plagues me, moreso now than before; I've learned so many things in the last
few months, it's enough to make me question everything, everyone, I ever believed in.
Well, not everything.
I don't know about mother, but I know about me.
You and her, you're both still special.
I still love you.
Even if no one else ever did.
This fic was mostly an experiment in format. Though, due to some of FF.net's rules, the HTML doesn't translate. Thus, the dashes. Sorry for that. >.>
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