Chapter 58 Chapter 58: The Grave of My Mother
Chapter 58: The Grave of My Mother
Vishiea’s POV
“Lady Anastasia, we're here.” I heard someone waking me up. I hurriedly went out and I saw the funeral. Tears started streaming down my cheeks while walking inside.
In despair, I fell on the floor, crying in pain. Mother Kiara. I even lost my voice trying to utter her name.
“Lady Anastasia,” Peter helped me stand up. My gaze was also getting blurry while staring at the coffin in front of me.
The one who is important to me now leaves me. She didn't even wait until I returned here.
I didn't even see her face, her smiles, her laughs. Her hugs. I didn't even feel them before she left this world. Why is this happening to me? All of those people who are important to me are now leaving me. All of them.
First, my biological parents. My father and mother, and now Mother Kiara. Why does no one ever stay? Am I not that worth it? Why is this always happening to me? I hated myself.
“Anastasia,” that familiar voice. I watched him running towards me. I cried nonstop. He hugged me tight.
“Dylan, no… tell me… this is just a joke. Mother Kiara is still alive,” I told him, unable to accept what happened.
I’ve been only away for days, but she has already left me. This can't be… this is not happening.
They helped me walk towards my mother's coffin. I cried on Dylan’s shoulder. I sobbed while getting closer to the coffin.
“Mother!” I cried, hugging her coffin. I sobbed while looking at her face, eyes closed and expressionless. This is not what I expected to happen.
“Mother, why didn't you wait for me… Mother Kiara, I thought you’d wait for me until I came back? Here I am now.” I kept on talking, not minding what others say.
I imagined her giving me a warm hug as I arrived here, but it didn't happen, and it will never happen again.
“Anastasia,” Dylan caressed my back. But I couldn't help but cry. I couldn't help but blame myself.
“I’m sorry, Mother. I should have just stayed here, by your side.” I said without leaving the coffin.
“Dylan… why? Why didn't you tell me about her condition? Why did this happen?” I cried when Dylan didn't answer me. I looked at him and his eyes welled up with tears.
“Oh, Anastasia Darling,” Aunt Kennedy hugged me. I hugged her back.
“She was just fine the other day. She could still walk while watching the flowers in the garden. And this happened.” Aunt Kennedy cried while hugging me.
I can't accept what just happened to my mother.
“This is not happening, Auntie… this is too much… she can't just sleep there forever.” I don't even know what I am saying right now.
I just want her to be alive. To welcome me, because I am already here.
“We never expected it to happen. She's too kind to die early,” Aunt Kennedy said. Even she couldn't accept what happened.
We separated from our hugs and I went back hugging my mother Kiara's coffin.
“I can't accept this, Mother. All the important people I have are dying.” My heart broke into pieces while thinking about it.
First, my mom died, not because of disease but because someone poisoned her. My dad died and his head was cut off because of the accusations he never did. And now, you—Mother Kiara, who has a genuine heart. The one who adopted me, accepted me with all my flaws—is now gone.
“Thank you for everything, Mother. If it weren't for you, maybe I would no longer be living in this world.” I smiled while hugging her. She caressed my hair and smiled at me. She even combed it like she always does.
“You don't have to thank me, Anastasia. You're kind and you're my daughter now. No one can change that,” she said while fixing my hair.
“Everyone tells me that I am lucky because you adopted me,” I told her. She chuckled. I pouted.
“I am lucky because I found you. Just don't listen to whatever others tell you. Listen to this…” she said, painting part of my heart. I smiled.
“Listen to what your heart says. Remember, always be kind. But don't let others humiliate you. We are Cullen, and we’re not easy to be dragged into,” she proudly said. I nodded at her.
“I will, Mother.” I answered. She smiled at me.
“Alright, Peter will train you. This is not for you to use in any fights, but to protect yourself,” she warned me. I chuckled.
“Yes, Mother. I understand,” I said and hugged her.
“You’ll always be in my heart, Mother. I will never forget you.” I wiped my tears. Dylan placed his arm on my shoulder. I rested my head on his chest.
“She's proud of you, Anastasia,” he said while looking at my mom's coffin slowly being placed in its grave.
For all of those years I spent with her, she never failed to show me how much she loved me.
She’s so proud of having me. And I am the luckiest woman.
I got adopted by her.
“I love you, Mother Kiara. I hope you're now happy where you are. You are the best mother.” I uttered while crying.
As they started to cover her grave, I couldn't help but kneel down on the ground, crying.
I will never see her again. I will miss her.
“Mother Kiara, thank you for everything. Thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for standing as my mother. Thank you for understanding me. I will miss you, Mother Kiara. I love you and I will keep all those memories we shared together.” My voice cracked while saying those words.
“I will always cherish the moments we had, Mother Kiara. I will miss your smile, your laugh. I will miss everything about you.” I couldn't help but cry even more.
“Anastasia,” Dylan held my shoulder, trying to pull me up, but I refused.
I will stay here. I will not leave here.
“Mother Kiara,” I cried and didn't stop crying until I felt my head spinning and my sight getting blurry.
“Anastasia!”