[Sorry, Evie's in an absolutely horrid mood. She misses her mom like burning and she probably shouldn't even be using audio considering she's this close to crying.]
N-no. Where I'm from, we celebrate M-Mother's Day today.
[Cadence hears Evie's post from across the room, and lowers his book-Master of the Game, because his mun is a loser-to look at her. They've been together for almost four months, but they haven't discussed Evelyn's past all that much. Cadence marks his page with a napkin (he hates dog-earing) and leans back in his chair, curious.]
[Evelyn's currently curled up on the bed, clinging tightly to a pillow. She looks up and nibbles on her lower lip for a minute, considering how to phrase this. Should she just be blunt, say it like it's nothing?]
She k-k-killed herself when I was three. Slit her wr-wrists in the bathtub.
[Pause. She hates herself a little for talking about it in such an indifferent tone when on the inside it hurts.]
Dad always s-said it was because ... she was never ready f-f-f-for a kid. I don't kn-know, though.
[She sits up, still clinging to the pillow, and just kind of stares at him.]
[His tone is just as indifferent. It's not intentional, mind you; he's just unsure what to feel right now. Cadence could be angry at the dumb bitch for upsetting his girlfriend so much, or he could be sad for Evelyn. The second one seems like a better idea, so he goes with it. Cadence stands up and goes to sit on the side of the bed. He reaches over to pet her hair absently and smiles a little.]
I don't think that was it, so don't beat yourself up.
It's a l-little late to say that when I've b-...been beating myself up about it for the puh-past... fifteen years.
[Evelyn lets out a soft sigh and closes her eyes, relaxing a bit as Cadence pets her hair. It's oddly comforting, and hell, she needs any comfort she can get right now.]
I just...m-miss her. I can't help but wonder h-h-how different things would be between m-me and my dad if my mom was still around, and...I du-...dunno.
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[A day for Mother? Creepy.]
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It's...a d-day when you show your l-l-love and respect for your m-mother. 's all.
[Hey, she actually managed to sound okay and stable for now!]
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... Really?
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Yuh-yeah. Usually ... people b-b-buy gifts for their moms, or do something nice, or...yeah.
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Different w-worlds, different places, different t-traditions.
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Oh, of course... Well, I apologize for my mistake. I just thought you may have become confused by the different date here.
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N-no. Where I'm from, we celebrate M-Mother's Day today.
[Long pause.]
Sorry.
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What happened to your mother?
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She k-k-killed herself when I was three. Slit her wr-wrists in the bathtub.
[Pause. She hates herself a little for talking about it in such an indifferent tone when on the inside it hurts.]
Dad always s-said it was because ... she was never ready f-f-f-for a kid. I don't kn-know, though.
[She sits up, still clinging to the pillow, and just kind of stares at him.]
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[His tone is just as indifferent. It's not intentional, mind you; he's just unsure what to feel right now. Cadence could be angry at the dumb bitch for upsetting his girlfriend so much, or he could be sad for Evelyn. The second one seems like a better idea, so he goes with it. Cadence stands up and goes to sit on the side of the bed. He reaches over to pet her hair absently and smiles a little.]
I don't think that was it, so don't beat yourself up.
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[Evelyn lets out a soft sigh and closes her eyes, relaxing a bit as Cadence pets her hair. It's oddly comforting, and hell, she needs any comfort she can get right now.]
I just...m-miss her. I can't help but wonder h-h-how different things would be between m-me and my dad if my mom was still around, and...I du-...dunno.
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