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Weeks went by, and there was still no sign of Patch. Mom got home yesterday, although she still wasn't too happy about Patch, she knew what I felt about him and tried to comfort me with ice cream and talking for hours through the night.
Just talking about regular stuff, until well I asked the question of the life time, and she simply got quiet and sat there staring out into the moonlight. As I could see the shadows in her eyes, her eyes glinting with sadness, and I immediately felt guilty.
I was telling her about my day; how I went shopping for dresses with Vee for the charity ball. Yes, I Nora Gray, am now capable on going to a charity ball. Who knew? Well, let me explain.
Since Hank died and given me all his assets and I'm too young to be holding such a large amount of money and handle a business. My mom quit her job and is now holding the company for me. Cool huh? Yes, we are finally rich, and come to think of it. Marcy is now the sister I never had, although she and her mom decided to move on with life and move to California.
Anyways; when I got home that night, I was still trying to get a hold on Patch. Any sign would have made me jump for joy. The charity ball was on Saturday night, at a hotel in Portland, and Patch was supposed to be my escort, or something.
I didn't quit understand these fancy stuff yet, although Patch seemed to make a good impression on mom by helping her out a month ago. He seems to know a lot of things, I wish he would help me with my dress too. I couldn't decide on royal blue or blood red.
As I sat there at the living room floor, with my mom brushing my hair from the couch. She was telling me about her day. A common thing she and I had, my mom knew all my secrets, but Vee knew more than her. I still couldn't tell my mom about the stuff that happen to me, it made me feel uneasy, and well, I had a feeling she would never let me see Patch ever again if she knew.
"how bout you honey, how was your week?"
"a little slow, I'm kind of conflicted with dress colors.."
" what color would you like? You know I'd let you buy anything you want darling.."
" well, yeah..but I like two dresses mom, and I can't pick out one that would look perfect.."
" tell me what it looks like sweet heart, maybe I can help you?"
" well I had my eye on a royal blue cocktail that had a ruffle skirt, it was beautiful mom. The spaghetti top was decorated with silver bead designs. But well, I spotted a long length red dress, velvet cloth, it was just something indescribable. It was just simple and yet, it was beautiful. I really don't know mom."
"well…I don't know with you sweet heart, but isn't Patch's favorite color red?"
"uhmmm..yeah..hmm..i never thought of it that way, thanks mom.."
"where is Patch anyway? I haven't seen that boy in days..you two are alright, right?"
"ahh..yeah, he's just been a little busy. But yeah…we went for ice cream the other day.."
Yeah, Nora, tell your mom you went for ice cream with your boyfriend. A week ago! Thinking about our date at the ice cream parlor made me remember the feelings I've develop for Patch, I knew it wasn't just attraction, but I couldn't understand it. I knew I love him too, and lusting was a little normal for me, I mean I do look at him that way. So..what am I feeling then?
"hey mom…" I ask silently
"yeah sweet heart?"
"how do you know you're in love?"
At my sudden question, I heard my mom gasp a little and stop brushing my hair.
"you okay mom?"
"ahh..yeah sweet heart….how bout you sit here with me huh?" as she patted the spot next to her on the couch. I stood up and sat beside her, when I tried to look at her, she was staring at the hair brush she was holding.
Then I saw it; a tear shinning under the shadows of the night, the moon giving it a little illumination. I didn't mean to hurt her; I just asked the question out of my own curiosity of the feeling.
"mom…don't cry please. Really, never mind I asked…" I was on the verge of panic seeing that I made her cry, out of a love question, seriously..can life get any more worst.
She rub her tears away with her hand and looked up at me, with a large smile on her face.
"I've never thought of the day I'd be telling you what love is Nora. I never dreamed of the day, I have to give you away. But yes, I know what love is, its what I have with you. But I also know what love you are talking about…." Giving out a long sigh as I just sat there staring at her, like she grew a second head.
Cause really, I've never heard my mom speaking to me in such a calm voice, and yet, sincere. My mother was a wonderful woman, she was out going and fun, and when she was mad, she knew how to show it.
But here talking about love to her sixteen year old daughter, I've never seen her so, calm and yet, her eyes, they were was broken as shattered glass, but her smile, it was different, something she never showed me before, a smile that didn't reach her eyes and yet, shined like the Sunday morning.
"love has fooled me twice Nora. I do not wish for you to walk the path I've taken, my love life is nothing but sorrow. But do I know what love is? I certainly do, because if I didn't, I wouldn't have you….He wasn't the way he was back then Nora. Hank was, sweet and kind, generous even. Until he got caught by a fallen that asked him to swear….."
The room grew silent as I remember Patch hunting Hank down, when I saw his memories. That man that was in that memory was someone else. Because he was human, he didn't know who he was, and he was begging for his life, for his family.
But the Hank I knew was different in my memories, he was vicious and arrogant, he was a monster. My mom falling in love with Hank was something that I would never understand.
"He wasn't that bad Nora..he was different, and the way he looked at me, it felt real…Nora, it felt like gravity….but when he changed, I didn't know anymore….but I felt it Nora…the attraction, the intense pull on needing him close, and that, I knew wasn't a mind trick….God has created us with partners Nora, we are created in pairs, as much as Adam and Eve was…I hope that, you'll get your answer, cause this is really just the only things I know of love…It hurts Nora, but sometimes, its meant to be….sometimes…its just Love.." giving me one of her number one mom smiles..
As I stood up and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"I'm going to bed, see you in the morning.."
I dreamed that night, a dream I had no control of. But I let it be, because my dream was of a child, a little baby in a basket beneath my feet. What was weird about my dream was that, we were in the middle of nowhere, nothing but ice was around us, and I felt cold, I was shivering.
As I looked at the child sleeping in the basket, bending over to pick him up. He was adorable, his skin was so soft and warm, even under this cold of winter. What caught me off guard the most was the black feather design on the child's wrappings.
He gave out a small moan as I cradled him in my arms. I felt drawn to the baby, as if, it was made for my arms, he fit perfectly.
As I rocked him slowly in my arms, trying to assure him that he had someone to take care of him. He opened his eyes, a deep color of midnight black, they were beautiful.
I smiled down at him, but then my smile disappeared when he smiled back, because the baby in my arms looked familiar. Those eyes, it reminded me of Patch…as I stared at the baby in my arms, the clouds suddenly grew darker, and I held the little bundle closer to my chest.
The skies were booming with thunder, then it suddenly rained, but what was supposed to be rain, were now black feathers, black velvet angel feathers….
I woke up with a start, as my alarm clock beeped..
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