As she had gotten ill, her already white pale skin turned even whiter.
She could've only thought of the worst, with every month passing by, she had gotten sicker, more ill.
My mother imagined what could've been, but seemed impossible.
Something out of her reach.
Something she couldn't control.
She was desperate, feeling frustrated, as she knew it was inevitable, accepting and embracing it.
She was determined to give birth, even if it cost her her life, as each organ started to fail, one by one, each time becoming more unbearable.
Using the little mana she had left, she kept herself afloat, focusing all of it on her failing organs and keeping her ill body alive.
She went on like this for days and weeks, but to no avail, she had kept getting sicker; it felt like years on end.
Each day, she woke up exhausted, just to over-exhaust herself once again, stressing her mana pool, as it was like a never-ending nightmare.
My father did everything in his power; he worked overtime, sold the beautiful estate they had, studied medicine, and got the finest doctors the kingdom offered, desperate.
As my father held his head up, looking at my mother, ending the silence.
"I am so sorry; I wish I could do more... I-I do I can not be at peace seeing you in this state," my dad had whispered to my mother in a tone of embarrassment followed by shame.
Feeling as if it's his fault, Only if he were wealthier, he might have sent a cry for help that could be heard through the entire earth, resonating and echoing deep within its core.
Only if he were stronger could he have defied both heaven and hell.
Nearing birth, my mother developed another illness, A syndrome that makes your mana pool become unstable by disrupting the flow as it moves in reverse
It is caused by over-exerting your mana pool and draining it completely.
Causing sharp pain throughout her body.
Described as hundreds of needles piercing your mana canals.
Alas, giving birth to me, feeling relieved for a moment, she had forgotten about the pain she had felt, but just for a moment; after all, this is what she had lived for.
As I let out the beautiful cry of a newborn baby, * wa wa wa *.
Before I had even opened my eyes, She grabbed my pale white body, lowering her head.
Taking a good look at me, she took a long yet quiet look, admiring her creation.
As I opened my eyes, our gaze locked,
and my mother looked surprised, softening her tired face.
She had an expression of awe,
"Y-Your name will be Ezio," she whispered into my ear, with a soft-gentle tone.
My father looked devastated, the face of someone who hadn't slept in days. Feeling anxious and trembling, he turned to my mother. "W-We can make it out of this together... right?" His voice cracked as he sobbed, as he knew the fate that awaited her.
For a moment, the room was filled with silence; it felt like an eternity, waiting for someone to spew out the first words.
My mother with a tired expression on her face.
She took her fixated eyes off of me for a moment,
looking up she saw my father, just... sitting there in utter silence, he seemed to
resemble an empty husk.
No words came out as he was staring at the abyss; then again, what could he say?
As my mother's grip weakened, slowly letting go of my tiny fragile body, her face looked tired and worn out.
As she started gazing at nothing, My father, before he could process anything.
He knew.
He knew she had just moved on.
In an attempt to grieve, he slightly and gently shook her body; suddenly, a wave of sadness hit him. He felt as if he was drowning, and he couldn't do anything but wait.
As he dropped to his knees, tears ran through his weary and worn-out face.
His tears soothed his skin, seemingly hydrating it. As he was relieved, "It's over... I'm sorry," my father gasped, not knowing what to do; he acknowledged me as he slowly took me from my mother's lifeless arms.
"You look... a whole like your mother," he murmured with a soft tone.
After some time passed, I showed no real talents.
My father was still grieving; growing weary,
As he became tired of seeing my face, resembling the woman he once had.
He soon grew into the person he is now; he started indulging in addictions, like drinking and gambling, and he became more aggressive and more hostile.
As I woke from the memory of what was the day a life was born.
Yet another had perished.
As I opened my eyes, Suddenly, the soothing sun's orange arrays struck my eyes..., greeting me gently, making me aware of my surroundings.
As my back ached from laying on the cold concrete floor, the smell of alcohol stung my nose.
*stomp *stomp* I was startled by the noise of what seemed to be loud footsteps rapidly approaching.
With each footstep getting louder and louder, I turned my head slightly, waiting for what was to come.
As my old, dirty curtain I had used as a door,
Was violently pulled to the side, sending a gust of wind.
*wish*
My father burst with a furious expression on his face, his eyebrows furrowed, his jaw clenched, and his hands with a firm-tight grip.
He looked at me with eyes that pierced my soul.
"Had I not told you to come home late?" He snapped
"Fine, Have it your way" he whispered under his hot breath.
"Leave," he had demanded, his voice echoing through the empty room.
As I was still sitting down, yet to stand up, my face slowly tensed up, as my eyes started to water.
I did not know what to say. I tried to speak, but to no avail; I could not form any words; I just couldn't... my throat felt as If a magical force shut it closed.
As I saw him leave, I cried.
Sobbing, the tears flowing like a continuous river with no end.
As I Breathed heavily.
Pressing the palm of my hand to my mouth to not let it be heard.
After taking a moment to let it sink in, I stood up, still in disbelief. I left.
Not knowing where to go.
But where was there to go?