Chapter Sixty-One

Malik’s POV

My mother meant the world to me but I couldn't deny that being at her place had always felt heavy, however, tonight the heaviness was unbearable. Perhaps it was just the storm or maybe it was just the weight in my chest that had refused to life no matter how much I tried, every step felt like I was walking into a mud, I hated that it felt like my mother won, Blackthorn always took from me, it always left me dry and empty.

Throughout my journey here, all I thought of was Eve, the memory of her standing in the rain played over and over, the sound of her voice, the tears she had fighting, everything, I remembered the way she called my name and how it sounded like it meant everything to her, I know I told myself leaving was the best thing to do for all of us, at least for a while but now it just felt like I was running away and that was something I hated.

I finally reached the edge of the city where my mothers home stood. Her home looked the same as always, small and hidden