"Continuing to hesitate isn't my style..." (me)
I open the doors and enter. The room was empty of furniture and anything else besides a coffin with a crystal lid. Inside wasn't even a living person; it was just a wounded soul.
Just seeing that soul was a little distressing. I may have let go of my old feelings, but not even a God like me can forget bitter memories and erase such old feelings. Letting go was all I could do.
"I know nothing about you, I don't know your name, appearance, or circumstances..." (me)
"But I know what you did to me. No explanation or circumstance will erase this mistake and your absence during all those decades." (me)
"Do you deserve to be called mother...?" (me)
"In my view... NO!" (Me)
"But curiosity about you tormented me in those days, so let me see who you were..." (Me)
I approach the coffin and remove the crystal lid; it wasn't even sealed. As soon as I opened the lid, I realized the Soul wasn't dissipating naturally.
