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She had initiated. In this weird foggy state of mind it seemed like a good idea to try and get her out of her head but now, after the fact, she only felt disgusted with herself for even trying to brush off her mothers death like this. Her afterglow was dark and sorrowful despite the fact that she had thoroughly enjoyed the sex with Michael but she supposed this was grief. There was no way of running from it as she had hoped.
Instead of answering verbally Beryl gave a nod, it wasn’t the sex. Hope that wasn’t too rough… Slowly she shook her head. “No… no I’m fine I just… I don’t understand why I’m so… hurt…. by her death.” She winced, saying it out loud was much worse than thinking it still she continued. “She wasn’t a good mother. She didn’t even fucking care, you were there more than either of my parents were. So why should I mourn her when I can’t even remember the last time I spoke to her?”
Michael had to just settle with the self reassured thought that he had taken her mind off things for at least just a fleeting moment when she moaned in ecstasy just minutes before.
He was quickly brought back to reality as she spoke her own thoughts. At least she was finally talking about it. He hummed at her words, sighing in empathy. “I mean either way...she was your mom.” He shrugged, pursing his lips. “My dad died before I got to know him but there’s something in me that still misses him too. Maybe it’s not so much missing her but moments you could have with her?” He offered, not exceptional at words but hoping to give her some kind of solace in his musings.