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Memories of Sorrow - Luke from Vinzent

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Parents were always supposed to die before their children, but never this fast. This is ridiculous, Luke told himself as he stood, alone, in the front of his mother’s grave that one fateful summer night. He couldn’t keep his tears from falling, even when it had already been a couple of months since he buried her in that very spot. He was still boiling in rage at the system that didn’t care so much for her, against his father for bailing on them when they needed him most, against himself for not having the power to save her.

What good was being an illusionist when you need a cure for cancer?

He fell to his knees, knowing this would probably be his last goodbye. His tears, as silent as they were, didn’t stop falling as he apologized one last time for not being able to save her, but all the more for all the things they never shared thinking they’d always have tomorrow. She didn’t know about his magic, she didn’t know about his dreams, she didn’t even know he was gay. That woman, the moon in his starry sky, died without knowing her son. The thought of it was burning his lungs with every bit of air he breathed.

But no amount of crying would ever bring her back, nor would it quench his thirst for answers. With his mother gone, there was nothing left for him in Banff. He didn’t come to her grave to cry for her, as he so often did anywhere, but to bid her farewell. His bags and his bike were parked not too far from there, already waiting for him. That was the night he’d leave his hometown to never come back, to never look back.

“I’m sorry I never let you in, mom,” he muttered under his breath, looking up at the sky as if he could find her there.

Luke reached out to his side, taking his saxophone out of its case. With shaky hands, he brought it to his lips. He’d play her favorite song, with his ragged breath and tears streaming down. He knew he’d miss her for the longest time.