Gonna just curl up with her mother because everyone else is gone.
The last few years had been the worst of all. There was no real way to get over the death of someone you loved dearly, but things could always get better. And they had, for a little while at least. But the Nightray woman had never ceased in visiting her elder son’s grave every day to give a small token of her love and place flowers before the slab of stone which would forever hold his name.
Yes, things had started to get better— until the fire. Until Ernest and Claude were taken from her grasp. Everyone was fading away, like sand through her fingers. Was it because of their name? Is this why they were being punished? Ever since then, she’d taken to her chambers, barely eating or even coming outside anymore. Elliot was always busy, too busy to visit anymore. Bernard had hardly paid attention, perhaps he was trying to avoid it all as much as she.
And just when she thought she had nothing, the familiar feeling of preasure on the mattress she lay upon seemed to bring her out of her daydreaming and her blue eyes glanced towards her daughter. Vanessa… Bernice couldn’t help but feel the guilt build up gradually. How blind had she been to fail to notice what a strong woman her daughter had become?
The elder reluctantly placed her arm over the young woman’s head and gently rested her chin atop the soft locks, her eyes falling shut. There was nothing to say, it would only make things worse.
There was no reason to try and promise everything would be okay. The last thing the Nightray wished to was lie to her daughter.