Zane
"MOTHER!" I yelled, and the frail woman turned around. It was her. I knew deep in my heart that she was the one who kept me company; she was the one who made me strong.
I rushed out to wrap my arms around her, and she hissed at me. I hissed back.
"Zane?" her frail voice called out to me.
"Yes, mother, I am here," I knelt before her, and she sighed.
"Now, I can die in peace," she held my hand and leaned forward into me.
"MOM!" I yelled, and when her hand released mine, in my palm was a pendant. "No, Mom, you can't leave me, not when I have found you again!" I yelled, and tears filled my eyes. My mother had been waiting for me.
"Move." A stern voice said beside me, and I shook my head. I needed to feel close to her... she had died in my arms.
"Zane, MOVE THE f**k AWAY!" I
