Zephan
"I forgive you."
The words leave my mouth before my mind has time to catch up.
Aunt Selthía gasps softly at the words, and I struggle to hold back the quiver I feel building in my chest.
My heart aches as I realise that forgiving her is what it truly wants… but the hurt I've accumulated over the years… all the pain… the tears…
I need to let go, but a part of me feels too angry… too wronged to let go.
Like a vexed viper wrapping round the sword that hurt it… too blinded by rage to see that letting go is better than holding on.
I watch as a small, bitter smile splits her face, and she stares at me.
"Oh, Zephan…" She breathes as she drops her gaze in what seems to be shame, and I lose the battle against my tears.
They start pouring silently… too silent for the scream my soul longs to give.
I slowly go down on my knees before her, and she looks at me.
She smiles. A small, delicate one, as her golden eyes take me in.
