Something is wrong,
i can feel it.....
though he doesn't speak, i feel something is off about him.
He always looks so lost...
i watched him quietly, he looks like a part of him has disappeared.
Jace! I called softly....
He's still the way he is, quiet and lost.
Jace!! I called loudly voice cracking slightly.
He turned eyes wide, confused.
Mom; he answered
what's wrong? He asked
shouldn't i be asking you that Jace?
It's been six months Jace, six months since you've been like this!
What's going on? What happened to you? I asked desperately
It's nothing mom..., I'm...
It's nothing to worry about...; he replied, trying to smile.
But i could see it...
i could see through all his facade's.
I could see the tears he was fighting back,
the fake smile,
the slight tremble in his voice.
So, i let it be... For now,
not because i don't care,
but because, asking so much and trying to hard may push him to the wall..
I'm not letting this slide Jace, I'll ask again, just not today.
He nodded, as if he was too tired to speak.
"What on earth happened to him?"
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Am i being too hard on myself?
My grades dropped.
I didn't tell mom
i begged the teachers not to.
I was so good at hidding my pain from the beginning...
But it's not working anymore, it's beginning to show, the cracks in my mask.
Mom asked about what was going on, but how could i tell her, how would i start, where do i start from.
"You are crying, tears won't bring her back" a voice startled me.
I turned so fast that i became dizzy.
Old man?? It's you, where have you been? I asked while wiping my face with the sleeve of my hoodie.
hmm.... He sighed, shaking his head.
Are you truly ready? He asked, eyes piercing through me.
yes... Yes i am, I'd do anything, just tell me what to do; i pleaded
he nodded, looking away for a while.
How was your friend, when she was still alive? He asked, slowly turning to look at me.
i blinked, suprised
i wasn't expecting that question
"Huh".... Was all i could manage to let out.
i won't be repeating myself young man; he said again
her.... Her life wasn't perfect,
she didn't havr a normal childhood, it was bad, really bad.....
i don't want to say much, but it wasn't easy for her, it was hell; i replied looking away not wanting him to see my teary eyes.
she's not just suffering,
i told you before, she's paying for someone else's sin; he said
What do you mean? I asked, head snapping towards him, heart pounding.
You see, your friend is cursed, this curse is the reason why her life is...
Wait, how is she cursed? Is this some kind of joke; i interrupted, looking at him weirdly.
The old man looked at me silently.
Do you think she would be happy coming back to this life of endless pain and suffering? He asked
i... I don't care, i just want her back; i whispered
Even though she'd be unhappy; he asked with a raised brow.
I'll try to make her happy; i snapped.
He laughed, deep and humorless.
A curse is a curse, she will never be happy, uness you break it. And to break it, she would have to be brought back; he said
Tell me....
What price do i have to pay for her to come back? Iasked determination visible in my voice.