Don't Give Up On Me
Because if I did, it would remind me of how, in our past lives and even recently, she had fixed me with that same gaze and told me that I was the most deserving of death in this world.
Yet now, she wanted me to look at her and to hear her say that she had always loved me? How laughable. But in the end, I did as she wished and locked eyes with her.
"Matilda, say something, please. I was truly wrong…" She began to sob. "I really don't know what I should do now."
I slowly raised a finger and traced a zig-zag sewing motion from one corner of my lips to another.
"Mom, remember this? Consider it as me returning the life you gave me, okay? I saved myself this time, so it belongs to me now. I won't