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Dreaming of Flowers Chapter One Hundred and Ten
After Larkin dropped the bomb on me he suspected my dad to be of the Gud species, he went off to talk to someone and I was left alone, trying my best to process. He’d said he needed to talk to this someone right away and had offered to bring me along, but I could tell he was in a hurry. And I was in no mood to be rushed. I didn’t even have the energy to try and pry and find out who it was he needed to talk to. Though, now I was a bit curious as to which person would know anything about this situation. So I’d told him to go ahead, and now I was just wandering around the halls. There were plenty of other Alva and servants around, doing their own thing, unaware of the fresh set of trauma I’d just been delivered. I smiled politely at any that passed but made care not to hesitate. I wasn’t in the mood for small talk right now either.I couldn’t stop asking myself, was it true? Was my dad from this place? I mean, it had to be one of my parents, right? I got my powers from somewhere and thi
Dreaming of Flowers Chapter One Hundred and Nine
“....Deeeelilah. Hey. Heeey!” All at once I’m aware of everything. I sit up, sucking in air desperately like I’d been underwater. Sunlight was assaulting my eyes, making me squint and bring my hand up to shield them from the harsh light. “You okay?” I blink a little as I realize I’m looking into Larkin’s eyes, his much too close eyes. His blue eyes looked worried and a bit tired.“Oh. Yeah… yeah.” I shake my head a little, sitting up and scooting back against the headboard. I rubbed at my eyes, trying to focus a little. “How long was I asleep?” Larkin moves back from me, standing at the edge of the bed again now that I’m awake.“Uh.” He rubs at the back of his neck a little. “I mean the whole night. Eight hours maybe?”“Huh.” I furrow my brow, looking around the room a little. “Erik never came?” I had only planned on being asleep for a few hours originally. I had expected to be sleeping in the same bed as Erik afterwards so it was a little concerning he never came. Maybe it was a g
Dreaming of Flowers Chapter One Hundred and Eight
This made no sense. I stayed hidden in the shadows, mouth agape as I stared at the man who was supposed to be dead. He looked exactly the same. How was that possible? It had been years, he should have aged. Even my mother had gained some smile lines and gray hairs here and there over the years. He was holding my mother’s hands, comforting her as she looked down at the table. “How long has she been gone now?” My dad asks in a low voice. My mom lets out a shaky breath before speaking, “Six months maybe?” I blink, thinking. It definitely had not been six months. A month tops, maybe. My dad nods a little. “Time passes differently there. She will have only felt like she’s been gone for a month or so at most.” Seriously? Time was passing faster in this world than in the new one I was living in?“What if she’s hurt, or lost, or hungry? She doesn’t know anything about that place.” I feel a little offended at her assumption I was failing, but tried to remember she was just worried about m
Dreaming of Flowers Chapter One Hundred and Seven
“So… how is this going to work?” I sigh, opening my eyes again to glare up at Larkin, who was leaning over me as I lay on my bed.“Like I’ve already said, I’ve been telling myself all day I want to visit my mother when I go to sleep, so hopefully it’ll work like it did last time and my subconscious will make it happen for me.”Larkin makes that same slightly unhappy face he’d been making since I told him what my plan was yesterday, like it worried him. I wasn’t sure why, but he had insisted on at least being in the same room as me when it happened. At first I had said no, I could do this alone. Then he’d threatened to fill Erik in on what I was doing and I quickly caved. It’s not like I was hiding it from Erik, per say. Why would I? I wasn’t doing anything particularly dangerous, I wasn’t actually “going” anywhere so it’s not like I would be walking around unguarded with Griffin out there.I was just laying down in our bed and going to sleep. That’s it.“What if it doesn’t work?” Lar
Dreaming of Flowers Chapter One Hundred and Six
“No, I’ve been talking to my bosses about maybe getting a promotion. I've been there for a while so I have the experience, just not the technical skills quite yet.”“Oh that’s good dear. You don’t want to lose this house, after all. I mean I’m sure you’ll be getting some insurance money, but we all know that won’t last forever.” My eyes slid to my aunt Annie, who had her hand resting on my mother’s as she asked her about how she was going to keep paying the bills all by her little self. I hated that patronizing tone everyone kept taking with us. Like we were weak, small children left alone by our daddy. Like now that he was gone, we had no place in the world. “No, no, we won’t.” My mom gives her a reassuring smile, and pulls her hand out from under hers. “I’m going to check on the casseroles.” She says, her eyes already glazed out and elsewhere as she stands up and walks into the kitchen, where some of the older aunts are fussing over getting lunch ready.“That poor woman.” My gaze
Dreaming of Flowers Chapter One Hundred and Five
Four years ago…“Why do I have to wear this?” I’m standing in front of my bedroom mirror, glaring at my mother in the reflection. She was behind me, a straightening iron in her hand as she patiently flattened each strand of my wavy brown hair out. “You should look nice today.” Is all she says, her voice that same quiet, even tone it had been since dad had died. I glance at her in the mirror, just watching her for a moment. Her gaze was unfocused, but fixed on my hair like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. Like getting it nice and flat was the biggest thing going on right now. She’d been so… out of it lately. I understood why, but it was still jarring to see my mom acting so… human.I could hear footsteps throughout the rest of the house, up and down the hallway, in the bathroom, through the kitchen. Voices carried, hushed as they tried to be. “What do you think they’ll do now?”“She won’t lose the house, will she?”“He seemed so young and healthy.”“Did he even leav
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