Hidden Fate

Strange Comfort

Sage's POV

When we got to my house, something inside me felt like I should invite Mr. Wilson in. He offered to make sure my house was safe, so I agreed. While he checked around the house, I made us some tea. It was a tea that my mom used to make my dad when he was hurt. It always seemed to help him feel better.

After checking around my house, Mr. Wilson came to the kitchen.

"Well, it seems like everything is safe and secure," he said as the rain got louder outside. He seemed preoccupied by thoughts and had an expression that I couldn't read. His eyes kept shifting from blue to black. I wanted to ask him about it, but I was told that asking about genetic things can be rude. I'll leave it alone for now.

"How far out do you live? It's storming outside, and the roads are starting to flood," I said with concerns. It was supposed to storm horribly all night.

"Well I live about an hour away in the opposite direction. I'll look up the news and road closure information," he said walking away with his phone. Something inside me felt safe when he was around. I barely know him and only met him two days ago. However, something tells me that he is safe and will protect me. I shook off the feeling and started to finish up making us tea. Just as it was done steeping, he walked in. "The news says that the roads leaving the town are closed due to massive flooding. It doesn't look like I'll be getting home safely tonight. I'm sorry that you're in this predicament, but do you mind if I stay the night?" he said with a little fear in his voice. I felt my heart beat faster and a feeling of joy filled me. I felt like my happiness and thoughts were doing backflips inside me.

"Of course! I have a guest room that you can stay in. Follow me," I said and led him to the room next to mine. I opened the door. "This was always the guest room. No one has stayed in her for many, many years. I hope it's okay," I said as he walked into the room. The walls were painted a soft red color. The bed had fluffy white sheets and blankets. The room was overall loving and inviting. He said that it would do great and thanked me.

"You're about the same size my dad was. I can get you some dry clothes to sleep in. I'll be back." I ran downstairs and into my parents room. After walking into their room, I stopped and stared at the emptiness. I hadn't been in there since dad died three months ago. I slowly walked to his closet. Everything still smelled like him. Everything still smelled like mom. A picture of them sat on their dresser. It was from their wedding. My dad wore a black tuxedo that had smokey quartz wrapped around his boutonnière. My mother wore a long white, lace gown that had a train that went on for miles it seemed. She held a bouquet of lavender, snapdragon, and primrose flowers that also had the smokey quartz around them. My mom always had those flowers around the house and smokey quartz was placed in offer bowls at every corner of the house. She said she just always loved them and wanted things she loves in her house. I think there is more to the story, but I still follow along with her tradition of things.

I went into the closet and was hit by the smell of my parents. I thought it was slowly going away, but it seems to just get stronger. I grabbed a large T-shirt and a pair of his pajama pants. Holding the pants sent emotions flushing through me. I couldn't help but feel the sadness and pain overtake my body. I sat on the floor of their closet and sobbed into his pajama pants. I held them close to me as I felt the tears flow out of me and screams of sadness escaped. I guess Mr. Wilson heard me. A few seconds later I felt his arms wrap around me. He held me as I cried into his arms. For the first time in months, I felt safe, calm, and at peace.