I'm Comin' Home [Open]
The moon shone bright above Alpha and she tries to find comfort in that. She really does. She stares up at it like it might hold all of the answers she needs and that it will tell her if she tries just a little bit harder. She falls to her knees as an agonized howl rips its way past her teeth. At this point she doesn't even care that she's in public, doesn't even care that people are staring. All she can focus on is that her son- fuck- her son has cancer.
It's inoperable, it's spreading fast, and it's going to kill him.
Alpha thinks that's the worst part. She can't do anything to stop this. She's consulted wizards, doctors, magicians, and the greatest minds this century has to provide, but there's nothing to be done. Her son is going to die, he's going to wrinkle up in her hands and pass away and none of these people seem to understand.
They don't get it. Her son is a gift. He is a gift of epic proportions and now he's going to be taken away just like that. Alpha's breath is coming fast and hard and her whole body hurts and god, she just wishes she could take this all away and make it never happen. She lets her head drop as tears fall freely and she can't even muster the strength to wipe them away.
She feels the people pass her by and hears their whispers about the crazy woman, the poor sad woman, hears mothers tell their children "No don't touch her sweetie, she's fine." and Alpha wants to scream. Wants to scream and rage and fight but she can't.
She's just too tired.
