11-10-2018, 11:06 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"]Mother. This was her mother.
As the crippled bengal halted before Aphra, that vague thought flitted across her mind, intangible and hard to truly comprehend but there nevertheless. She could not remember all the little details that pertained to her deadbeat mother, just that a part of her had once loathed her with no remorse. If she recalled correctly, that hatred had been justified and not a silly extension of her own flair for the dramatic; Aphra had never cared for she and her siblings nor did she expect that to change.
But she was still scared, anticipating comments or questions that she would be unable to answer. The old Cleo would have been able to prevent such from happening, grilling her mother with questions of her own. She was not strong like that Cleo though- she was just a weak little girl who didn't quite have a grasp on her own life anymore. "Where'd you go?" It was all she could manage and gods, she hated that it sounded like she cared. Did she? Did her mother's absence in her life truly have that profound of an impact on her? Blinking large eyes, Cleo would fixate her attention upon the ground. She didn't want to be dealing with this.
Not now.
Not ever.
As the crippled bengal halted before Aphra, that vague thought flitted across her mind, intangible and hard to truly comprehend but there nevertheless. She could not remember all the little details that pertained to her deadbeat mother, just that a part of her had once loathed her with no remorse. If she recalled correctly, that hatred had been justified and not a silly extension of her own flair for the dramatic; Aphra had never cared for she and her siblings nor did she expect that to change.
But she was still scared, anticipating comments or questions that she would be unable to answer. The old Cleo would have been able to prevent such from happening, grilling her mother with questions of her own. She was not strong like that Cleo though- she was just a weak little girl who didn't quite have a grasp on her own life anymore. "Where'd you go?" It was all she could manage and gods, she hated that it sounded like she cared. Did she? Did her mother's absence in her life truly have that profound of an impact on her? Blinking large eyes, Cleo would fixate her attention upon the ground. She didn't want to be dealing with this.
Not now.
Not ever.