"W-We... kissed..."
That's it... those words... enough to make her Mother... A daughter con to completely die.
Mary stopped breathing.
Not literally.
But something inside her died... something tender, maternal, sacred—froze completely and shattered in silence.
A cold, hollow stillness crept through her chest as if her heart had been encased in ice, and her soul — the very flame that gave her warmth — had been snuffed out.
She didn't hear her daughter's voice anymore.
She didn't see the room or the bed or the gentle smile Lia wore.
Her eyes stared ahead, vacant. Her mind was flooded in silence. She wasn't just still — she was gone. Frozen. Detached. As if she'd been shot in the chest and was only now realizing she'd been mortally wounded.
Peace?
No.
Loss.
Deep, soul-sinking loss.
And what was the cause?
Her little girl... kissed a man.
Her daughter's FIRST kiss!!
Her precious baby girl... gave her first kiss to that bastard.
