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the tone of beyond761Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXvGlomyVv0
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I couldn't bring myself to clean up the house after mother died. I tried to get up and move about, but I had to remind myself to breathe every time I did. It was hard. Never meant to be easy.761Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKwWx7wglCm
The whole house reeked of her. Even if I did live here, it sure didn't feel that way.
It was around 3 at dawn when I decided- the dreamcatchers had to go.
There were just too many of them. Each one forcing me to remember- she's gone. And I was alone.
I didn't need to hold back tears when I pulled the first one from the wall. There were no tears to be shed. There were no tears left.
In the morning, there was a knock on the door. Experience had told me- it was not a good thing. I opened anyway.
It was a tall man with the red hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a blue suit. His face was hard and his eyes bore no emotions. A frown was set on his face.
He was hit with surprise the moment his eyes landed on the dreamcatchers covering the entire doorway to the living room. He probably thought I was a weirdo.
Then, again that wasn't too far from the truth.
"Wenona Fairweather?" he asked, confused if he got the wrong house.
"It's Wendy," I answered, "that's me."
His confusion grew as he looked at the dreamcatchers then at me. I frowned.
"Is there something you need?"
He seemed to break his gaze from the dreamcatchers and nodded. "Yes, I'm Ryan Black. A lawyer."
So, he's here to ask me to vacate the house. Great.
"Can I come inside?" he asked.
I wanted to say no and tell him to go away but instead I just nodded.
"I'm actually here because your father sent me here," he explained as soon as he sat on the sofa. "He had heard about your loss."
At least he's not going to ask my to leave this house. But then I remembered, he said 'your loss.' Was it just mine alone? Then again, dad didn't have anything to lose. He had his other family in Blue Waters. A family he wasn't ashamed of.
I crossed my arms and leaned back against the wall.
"So, he'd like for you to live with him for a while," he continued, his eyes still wandering over the dreamcatchers. "Until you graduate and are able to provide for yourself."
"I'm fine here," I replied.
"You possibly can't live here alone," he said. "Your father cares about you."
"Is that why he sent a lawyer instead of coming here himself?"
He shifted uncomfortably. "These dreamcatchers, did you make them yourself?"
I shook my head. "My mom did."
He got up and walked over to a purple dreamcatcher. He lifted his hand to touch it. "It's beautiful."
A sad smile settled in my face. There could be a really touching backstory to that dreamcatcher, but there wasn't. There was no need for it to be. It was something my mom made, something my mom cherished.
And something my mom should have warned me about.
a/n- i made a mistake in chapter numbering, sorry about that.
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