I is writing... now if I could just write an actual story...
Um... I'm trying to get back into writing TF and unfortunately this is what came about.
Title: ???
Summary: A mother needs to know when its time to let go even when it breaks your heart into too many pieces to ever be repaired.
This is prolly gonna fit along with Misfits.
It was one of the hardest things that she’d ever had to do in her life but it was still something that she had to do. She had to stand back with her hands clasped tightly to her mouth as she watched through tear filled eyes the sight of her son, her baby getting ready to go so far away from her. She wanted to push her way through the crowd and grab him so that she could take him away from here. She wanted to take him back home where she could still protect him and sleep at night knowing that she knew for sure where he was. She wanted to hold him in her arms and never let go.
But she couldn’t.
She needed to let go. She needed to stand there with him holding her tight while whispered promises sent wisps of her hair flying. She needed to hold onto him with tears falling from her eyes because she loved him. She loved him, she was proud of him and she would do this for him because it’s what he needed from her. He needed her to stand there even if it broke her heart to do it because he couldn’t leave with regrets. He needed to leave with a clear conscience and a light heart because by now she knew that life wasn’t always fair but damn if she was going to make it any easier for life to screw her.
So she did.
It was a bright clear day with only fluffy white clouds passing overhead to mar the beautiful blue of the summer skies. The wind dried her tears as quickly as they were shed as she tried to smile through her tears while her hands grasped a face she worried she’d never get to see again. As he shifted his bag in his hands she sniffled and forced a tremulous smile to break through the tears and fear that were cluttering her emotions. Bringing his face down to meet her own she marveled at the skin that still seemed so baby smooth to her touch. Breaking free of the terror clawing for control she found her voice was nothing more than a whisper.
“I’m so proud of you and your dad-he would be proud too. Don’t ever forget that, Sammy. Don’t you ever forget that I love you and that I’ll be here waiting for you to come home.”
Resting her forehead against his she moved her hands to grab the back of his head in a tight grip. So much had changed since her little boy had been 16. Ron had died and her Sammy, her little boy had grown up so fast because he wanted to take of her. He’d left behind the slim form of her only child behind to become the man standing before her and she still wanted nothing more than to hold him close to her and protect him in a way that she couldn’t protect Ron. Heart attack hadn’t been something they’d thought would tear their family apart but in the end with his family’s history it should have been something that they’d expected. But holding her son in her arms she closed her eyes and prayed with a fervor that had been absent for the past 5 years that he would come home to her safe. But moments are only seconds in time and all too soon he was gently pulling away from her as she tried to memorize the lines of his face and the serious set of those brown eyes that tried so hard to be comforting. One arm wrapped loosely across her stomach as she covered her mouth with one hand to stifle the small sobs escaping her as she watched him climb into the bus. She stood there in a crowd of people and she’d never felt so alone before as she waved at the departing buses with a smile acting as stark contrast to the tears slipping from her eyes.