Maurice.
It was one thing to look at her extraordinarily beautiful face and see how much I failed as a mother, and another to have to live with the guilt, while watching her parade around the city like she was some fucking saviour from a long forgotten planet.
The crowd hushed as she walked away, but not after giving Chalice a resounding slap that echoed from one end of the cemetery to the next.
And I should be mad right? I should be pissed that my bastard child had just laid her stupid fingers on my golden girl, right?
Well, I was not.
I was not mad. Not irritated. I was simply dead.
Dead in the soul and mind. I felt drained and disgusted and I was even more irritated at the fact that I knewww that everything she said to me earlier was true.
