Killian’s voice was still low as he continued, "My mom couldn’t even look at for months and years; even now, when she speaks to ... she doesn’t look at . But at the sa ti, she was happy that she had a living reminder of sothing that she had lost."
"Like she never fucked up. Unfortunately, no matter how much I look like him, I could never be him. I was never really sharp when it ca to studies; I was more of an outdoor kid. My elder brother was the one who aced every test. And as I grew up, the differences beca more and more prominent, and I think that started to hurt her even more."
"My mother started to compare more and more with my elder brother. They expected to co out of the top just like him, and when I couldn’t, it disappointed her. I was expected to like what he liked and dislike what he disliked. It was like she saw him when she was looking at , you know? Like I was never there."
Inez squeezed her eyes shut upon hearing his words. Even though she was not the one who went through that pain, she could feel the ache and heartbreak Killian must have gone through when he was growing up under a mother who wasn’t even willing to accept his identity. She wondered if Killian was even aware of the fact that his loneliness had long seeped into his tone. Her siren had forgotten all about her anger and was now wishing he could soothe his pain.
"And yet as much as she treated like him, she never allowed to enter his room," Killian went on. "They hadn’t boxed up his stuff. My father was truly grieving like a normal person. Which was why he soon passed away after the death of my brother; in fact, it would be right to say that he asked to take him out of the misery. The one last decent thing he could do for as my father, he wanted everyone to look up to , which was why he allowed to bring him down."
"But not my mother. She made that room into a shrine for her eldest son. My mom sleeps there sotis, in his room. When I lived with her, I could hear her crying for her son, but soon I realised that there was no point in trying to reach out and console her. My mom– she doesn’t need consolation. She wants to cling to the guilt, wearing it like it is a fucking badge of honour."
"This is not the worst she did. When I grew up, she started visiting witches and people who dabbled in ghosts and spirits. You should have seen how happy she was when those people told her that her eldest son was close to her. That he was still lingering around her. I still rember being young and just a child, and yet my mother was telling my sister that she needed to go to the attic and play with her ’brother’, that the unexplained creaking of the floorboards and thuds were the sound of my brother’s spirit moving around."
"Selene was traumatised after being locked up in the attic and fell ill. Very sick. But my mother’s twisted desires never ca to an end. She started making cakes for him after finding out that my brother was still with us in spirit form. We were supposed to sing Happy Birthday and bring him gifts every year. I understand that she wanted to keep his mory alive and that she wished she could revive him from the dead. But what I could not accept was how easily she pushed my individuality away."
"Is this why she fed you that potion? Because she didn’t — couldn’t — accept that you were so different from your brother. She wanted you to eat sothing that he liked and you couldn’t?"
"I have allergies to mangoes. I cannot eat them, but my elder brother liked eating them when he was alive. He loved the mango pudding that my mother makes, but I cannot eat it naturally. My mother didn’t like it. Because she wanted to remind her that her eldest son was still alive, I was supposed to be the perfect replacent. So she fed the potion to , wishing that she could ’fix’ ."
Rolling over to face him, she said to him, "You don’t need any fixing. People are responsible for finding happiness themselves. They cannot expect soone else to bring them happiness. Your mother was a coward who didn’t want to face the truth."
Killian reached out and cupped her cheek before saying to her, "You are right. She was a coward who clung to a fake reality rather than facing the truth."
"And Lyra?" Inez prodded. Since the man was willing to be transparent with her, she couldn’t help but ask him about the woman who was once mated to him.
"Ah, her...." A soft smile etched on his lips, but Inez could see that there was a hint of mockery and pain in his eyes. "How should I tell you—Lyra was never the sane one in our relationship."
"What do you an—"
"You might have heard soone tell you that my mate was often covered in scars. Like she has been hit, right?" Killian’s eyes flashed wolf as he smiled at her.
Ignoring the awkwardness that she was feeling at the mont, Inez nodded, trying her best to look like she was not going to accuse him outright.
He sighed, heaving quite exaggeratedly as if he was trying to prepare himself for sothing. And after a very long ti, he finally parted his lips and stated, "Many people say that... there is no need for you to look so awkward. You wouldn’t be the first one to think that I did it to her. Almost everyone thought it. Even my mother.... But honestly, it was sothing that she did to herself."
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It’s my birthday! hehe, please help reach to hundred golden tickets my lovely fairies. I know, I know you all are waiting for Dominic to find out the truth .... he will. very soon! just trust on !
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