Chapter 11

We were just happy earlier, but as they say,

'No happiness stands forever'.

With that, just one simple call and it was over.

"W-what do you mean?" I ask.

"I know it's hard, especially to you who's like her daughter, but believe me Xian. I don't even have the strength to tell you this, but I need to!" Sam muttered on the phone.

It's ridiculous. I...I even talked to her few days ago! H-How...w-what happened..

I wasn't sure of what i'm going to do now, she was the only one who made me feel like a human.

She was a maid, but she acted like my mom more than what my biological mother can even do.

My mother was just my mother, but LinLin was not just a maid, but my mommy.

Mother and Mommy is two different things.

Mother made me a monster, one that is not allowed to show emotions nor even show to the people that I exist and is breathing freely.

Mommy turned me back, she restore and fix the things within me who was broken. she was the only reason why I decided to contine this shitty life even if this world was against with it.

As my hands trembled, my legs give up on standing and so I lost balance.

Dion turned around, when he saw me he immediately run in a worried face.

"Hey...Hey! What are you doing sitting on the floor?! stand up!" He worriedly said as he help me stand up.

While checking my legs, he kneeled and asked, "Are you okay? what happened?"

When he asked that very certain question, I couldn't stop the tears in my eyes.

They gradually got out and swim on my cheeks.

He wiped the tears in my cheeks, "It will be okay. It's okay if you don't want to say it, everything will be okay." He said, comforting me.

Have you ever have someone who, even though that person doesn't know what's happening yet s/he is out pouring already on comfort words?

Because I have him.

"LinLin...they said she's dead." I uttered.

Without questioning me, he quietly give me a warm cup of water and let me calm down.

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"Are you going to return?" He asked, looking at me.

I don't know.

I don't have the answer, Dion. I really don't know what I am going to do now.

"It's okay not to answer, I'll be here if you want to." He said and stood up.

As he drifted away, I felt a sense of calmness and comfort. It's as if he healed my mental state, my pain without even realizing or knowing.

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What I did was returned to the inn and cry till no tears fall. I lost my 'everything' in just some simple call, and now I feel empty.

In the middle of nowhere, someone knocked on the door and so I was panicking.

My eyes are probably puff from crying, and I look mesirable right now from sweats and such.

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After I change to some decent clothes, I finally opened the door.

But I saw no one.

What? was that a scam? what's with this?

I annoyingly shut the door after all it's all a scam.

I then turned my head to my window when some rock went in.

I hurriedly look at it and found him.

"YOU TOOK SO LONG! I WAS BORED WAITING SO I CAME DOWN!" Dion shouted.

I smiled, "What are you doing? why are you here?" I asked.

"JUST COME DOWN!" He said.

When he said that, I hurriedly make my way downstairs as I was dying of curiosity.

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"What is it now?" I ask when I arrived.

"We're going to be late, let's go." He said, grabbing my hand.

I was dragged against my will, I am fragile...what if I break apart? hold on, I'm out of oxygen just imagining things.

"HOOOLLDDD ON! WHERE ARE WE GOINGGG!" I asked while I was dragged like some kite.

"Don't ask, hurry!" He said.

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When we arrived, we were at some sort of house.

"What are we doing here?" I ask again.

"There." He replied, pointing at some certain direction.

There, I saw a hired clown man who was making a really really funny jokes.

Without even realizing it, I got carried away and laugh everytime the clown speaks a word.

"Do I have some dirt on my face? why are you staring?" I innocently ask.

He shake his head, "No. It's just that...seeing you smile is much more better than seeing you in sorrow." He responded.

"Hmm...Suspicious." I said in a funny way.

We both laugh, "What? I mean everyone would say that though!" He said, proving his innocent.

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"I will stay, my vacation duration is far from being fulfill so even if it hurts, I would use this time to heal myself from losing someone and for fixing myself." I carefully said, smiling.

"What do you mean?" He ask, feeling lost.

"You asked me earlier! you asked if I was gonna leave, and I just answered!" I said.

He didn't respond but he did stare at me.

He smiled sweetly and laugh.

What's with this man? He brings me something you can call 'emotion'. It even surpass that word.

"Why are we here though?" I ask.

"It's my nephew's birthday, he goes by the name Russel and are currently 15 or 16 years old—I don't know as he does not speak much. Genia was forcing her way on having this clown on the celebration, treating Russel as if he is some small kid." He said.

"Then, we need to greet him!" I said.

"Of course, Let's go to where he is." He replied.

I think by spending my times like this would be the fastest and enjoyable way to close up and chase away my wounds...

And I thank him for that.

I can testimony in life that, He was the one who help me stand up when I am continously being beaten up by the world.