The loud knocking on my door made my eyes flash open, it came, again and again, it made my head hurt, I groaned rubbing my eyes as I got off the bed, sluggishly walking to the door, I unlocked it and it barged open by Mother.
"Sylvia whe-" she shut her mouth looking at me like I have two heads. "Whatever is wrong my dear? Why are your eyes as red as tomatoes? ’’ she demands.
"Nothing mother I just-"
"What do you mean nothing? Look at you you’re a mess and do you know I have been looking for all you all day, and your maid have been so worried about you, she came to me saying you won’t open the door"
"I apologize, Mother," I said in a whisper, she sighed stepping in, she placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Did you and Cedric by chance have any disagreement?"
I remained silent, not knowing what to say, disagreement, fight, quarrel, whatever it was, there were no words to explain what happened.
Mother took my hand walking me to my chair set, we both took a seat. "Tell me what happened, I will listen".
My gaze leisurely met hers, she waited for me to speak, I gulped.
"Just a disagreement", what was I supposed to tell her? That her son had a beast within him who constantly craved me, and I foolishly offered myself himself? Or that I was pushed away rather than him opening up to me? And how complicated it was to be by his side if he doesn’t let me in.
"Sylvia"
"He won’t open up to me Mother" I began as the tear leaked out of my eyes, I was unable to bear the pain. "He would rather push me away, after..." I took a deep breath, my breath shaking. "...after everything... how I’m supposed to make this work if he keeps adding more walls around him", I broke more into tears, as I sobbed.
"You love him"
I froze at her confirmation, she wiped my tears with her hand but they just kept falling. "It’s in your eyes" she adds with a smile on her lips.
"This is not a new thing Sylvia nor are you the first to be heartbroken by his ways because you love him... I have been his mother for 32 years, Sylvia, Cedric is an unusual boy, I sometimes wonder if I was blessed with a loving son. Maybe things would have been different" she said with a smile.
"How... How did you live with it, you’re his Mother" I said, any mother would have been over this with the type of man Cedric was.
"And he respects that, just like he respected his father until he drew his last breath, I’m not happy with how he could be unspoken sometimes, but I knew maybe I wasn’t the one to break him out of that shell... maybe someone else can" she placed a hand on cheek.
I sobbed. "I don’t think I can"
"You love him don’t you?"
I gulped, my heart quickened its pace. "That is all that matters" she adds.
"When I was married to his father, I knew nothing of the man, we shared beds, Sylvia, but that was only for the sense of fulfilling our duties, you’re a strange one Sylvia and I’m envious of you... You found love, by the time I realized how I truly felt... he was already drawing his last breath"
My eyes trembled at her words, my heart in pain for her.
"I watch the man I love on his dying bed and finally realize it, only for it to be too late... Do you know his last words to me?" she said in amusement but her eyes were very sad.
"I have always loved you," she said in his words, a tear fell from my eyes. She took my hand into hers. "When you love someone Sylvia that’s all that matters, even though time is against us, we still need time. If Cedric feels the same way I’m sure he will come through it" she assured me.
"I-I don’t think he is, Mother," I said in a shaky voice. Her eyes saddened, to my surprise, she pulled me in a hug, I broke into more tears when I felt the comfort, I held onto her tightly, my chest swelling with feelings.
"Hush my dear, crying won’t solve anything" she smooched me. I nod, breaking the hug.
"Now have a bath, eat and sleep, give him time Sylvia, no matter how hard it seems"
I nod sobbing, for the first time in forever I felt like I had a Mother.
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Raspy breath could be heard, his chambers an icy cold, it was practically freezing within his chamber. Beowulf emerges from the darkness walking to his master who had his hands buried in his hair, he had never seen him like this, in a state of daze, not like this ever since her, could it be?
"Yelena," he said in a ragged whisper.
Beowulf froze when he heard the name, he couldn’t be, it was too soon sudden, that triggered the memories. "Magnus, are your memories recovered?" he asked in inching anticipation, those memories meant to be suppressed due to his rebirth.
"I remember everything".
Beowulf shivered at his dark and lifeless tone, and the aura grew more cold, even though he was covered in fur, it still penetrated, like he was about to be frozen to death.
Cedric’s teeth clenched in a tight hold. "Every... single... thing"
Beowulf gulped as the room shocked like an earthquake was about to surface within the room itself, decorative antiques dropping and smashing into pieces, the wall cracking, the glasses cracking about to be blown into a million pieces.
"M-M-Magnus please calm down, you c-could bring the whole castle down," he said in fear as his head whirled around watching the continuous destruction that was about to surface. "M-Magnus"
Suddenly everything seized like a time pause, Beowulf took a breath of relief he didn’t realize he was holding.
"The curse isn’t just for me" he began in a ragged whisper, Beowulf’s head whirled to him when he heard those words, the realization struck him and every mystery fell into place.
"You don’t mean...", his eyes shook.
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