Jour stared at Deruth, her former husband, with anger. She gripped her transparent hands in a ball as she stood behind her son who looked surprised and horrified. Jour didn't expect Deruth to get over her death so quickly, let alone get a new wife along with children. She didn't expect this out of Deruth, especially him cutting contact with the Thames family. Her family.

Jour looked to Violan and her children with narrowed eyes. She doesn't hate them but she doesn't like them either. Not now at least. Jour could only shake her head as she looked down at Cale whose eyes stayed the same as before. He never moved an inch or even said anything as he only stared.

Jour could only frown at the emotions swirling around in her son's head. Although she doesn't know what he is thinking, she just knows that it isn't good. Jour saw Deruth get antsy along with the nervous expressions of the other three new family members.

It was a while before everyone flinched as Cale scoffed and took a deep tired breath. He looked back at his family with dark eyes as he just nodded. Everyone just frowned, worried about why he was acting like this.

Jour felt worried as well. Of course, she expected her death to affect Cale a lot, but she never knew it was to this extent, along with Deruth treating Cale much differently than he did before, she could understand why he felt this way. Along with suddenly having a new parent and siblings thrust onto him.

Cale never said one word as he just continued to stare before nodding again and leaving out of the office room. Jour of course followed her son out of the room and on his journey to his bedroom.

Jour's position on what to do confused her because she was brought back to the living world as a soul. She didn't know why but she wasn't complaining. She can now happily watch over her child, but despite not being able to talk to him. She had tried before, but it had only ended up with him not hearing her. She hoped in the future this would change but for now, all she could do was keep trying.

Jour sighed as all the events of what happened caught up to her. The funeral was okay but Deruth didn't attend since he locked himself in his study to grieve. Her family members stuck around for a little to watch over Cale, but they soon left knowing that Ron, his butler, would take care of him.

Of course, Cale being the sweet kid he was and is, waited many days for his father to come eat with him, but that never happened, much to the promises that Deruth continued to make to Cale. It made Jour angry because, as the parent that Deruth is, he should be the one comforting their child not locking himself away in his study and then coming back, not half a year later, with a wife and her two kids.

It was surprising and angering. Jour felt like ripping something or someone open straight away but she couldn't because her hand would just faze through any object, be it biotic or abiotic. Real or unreal. It irritated her of course but she sadly could do nothing about it but let her anger out on the air instead since it was just about how much she could do.

Jour sighed again as she continued to dwell on the past few days. This whole situation unnerved her greatly. She never wanted to die and never really planned to, but that guy, she didn't know who it was but, she knew that she met a guy on her way back home. His face was blurred in her memories but his actions were clear. He only greeted her but the shift in the air nerved her but she only slightly put up her guard and continued on her way home.

It wasn't until she felt extremely light-headed and nauseous did she assumed something was wrong. After all, she did say that she had a high immune system so it was very rare for her to get ill.

But to think that she got sick and soon it got deadly in only a few hours up until her death was surprising. No matter what the physicians did, they could not get rid of the illness that inflicted her and then it was lights out.

She knew what had happened, but she didn't know who the guy was let alone see his face considering that the man's face was blurred out whenever she tried remembering him and she couldn't remember any distinct features about the guy at all.

Jour furrowed her eyebrows in frustration as she muttered many incoherent words under her breath. It was a few minutes before they reached Cale's bedroom. Jour ensured she quickly entered the room before the door could shut in her face again because fazing through walls left an unpleasant feeling within her so she opted to never do it again.

Once the two were alone, Jour watched as her son fell to his knees and an angry sob came out of his mouth. She frowned as she kneeled behind him and hugged him. Although she knew her son couldn't feel her, she felt better knowing that she could hold her son like this and hoped that she was at least doing a little something to help her Cale. Even though she felt like crying as well.

Cale sobbed and sobbed and when he couldn't sob anymore he just blanked out. Whenever he did so, Jour felt unnerved by her son's blank expression as tears fell from his eyes as he bore eyes that looked just like hers on her deathbed. Murky and dark. They looked dead.

It was heartbreaking to see and she wished she could help him through it but she couldn't. So, she stayed there, hugging and trying and failing to soothe her Cale.

Not much happened once a few months had passed except the fact that Basen, Cale's little brother, tried getting close to him. Keyword, tried. Basen would try to engage in small talk with Cale and interact with him but Cale would never answer back and he would just avoid him entirely. It left Basen feeling dejected but he knew better than to force someone to interact with him so he just kept on trying.

Jour had to give it to the kid for trying and not letting up. Despite her son getting annoyed by his presence. Although she felt a little okay with the family now, she knew her Cale had yet to get comfortable with them.

Violan, much to Jour's thanks and appreciation, never once forced her son to interact with Basen or her because she thought it wasn't right to force someone to interact with a person they might feel uncomfortable with or hate.

Although the new family members had yet to get close to Cale, Deruth on the other hand never once did anything for Cale since introducing the new members to the family. Jour felt angered by this, but she knew she couldn't do anything besides feel negative about the situation.

So she could only sigh and feel irritated by the fact that she couldn't help her son with anything. So, she just stuck herself to her son so that she could watch over him, no matter how much she wanted to talk to him and tell him that she was there with him. No matter how much she wanted to it spiritually hurt her. As a human being and as a mother.

She could only hope that if she couldn't help her Cale, the new family members could. But only time will tell in this endeavor.

Violan thought Cale was a wonderful boy. He looked stunning to her eyes. He had his mother's eyes and hair, from what she could tell from the paintings in the hallways of the family anyway.

Her first meeting with the boy was saddening, although she expected an outcome, she just didn't expect this type of outcome. The dead reddish-brown eyes stared at her and her children with nothing behind them, but that was only a facade of what truly lurked behind them.

Emotions that she had yet to decipher from them. She knew that he must have felt unparalleled emotions about her being titled as his new mother and on top of that, being bombarded with siblings that he had yet to interact with.

She knew better than to suddenly do this, she knew it was wrong and she did express her worries to her husband about it but, he only told her it would be okay and that he would understand. She knew better than to listen to him and she was right.

She could only glance at her husband as the boy walked away with a fake smile plastered onto his face. It was so fake that anyone would notice how dead he looked with it. She felt sad for the boy and she wished to speak to him about it but she knew better than to forcefully speak to the child because he continued to avoid her children.

So, she decided to back off and wait until the time was right, but she knew that there might never be a right time, despite that, she wanted to wait and see what would happen in the upcoming months.

She, including her children, will just have to wait until Cale is ready to slowly interact with them and become part of her family, or, his family. It goes both ways.

Violan sighs as she sips her tea and sets it down with a 'clink'. She looks out the window and notices a red-haired child walking away in another direction, as her two children follow him.

It was amusing but she knew that she would have to talk to the two again regarding the space they should give Cale at all times. No matter what, she needs to make sure that this child becomes happy once again. No matter what.

(Thank you for reading! I'll see you all on the next one! Byeeee!)