Chapter 43: Chapter 43
Sierra pov.
It had been two long and agonizing days since William had left, and as I sat in my room, I couldn't help but feel abandoned by the one I had loved so deeply. Up until now, he hadn't even bothered to check on me.
But, my mother had been treating me with utmost kindness, and her presence made me feel less alone. I sat by the window, watching as people strolled by, taking in the sights and smells of the world outside.
For a moment, I felt like I was detached from the world, lost in thought. I thought about how William had pushed me away, telling me to leave and never return. The memory of those words brought a sharp pain to my heart, and I couldn't help but feel regretful for leaving him.
My friend, Nora, had been visiting me daily and doing everything in her power to make me smile. But, for some reason, I still felt lost and lonely.
As I sat by the window, lost in my thoughts, I didn't even realize when my mother had walked into my room. However, I felt her comforting presence as she placed her hand on my shoulder, bringing me back to reality.
Despite her efforts to cheer me up, I couldn't shake off my gloominess. My mother sat close to me, her eyes filled with worry, and gently wiped away the tears that trickled down my face.
"Sierra, dear," she called out to me, but I remained silent, lost in my sorrow. She held my hands tightly and looked at me with pity, hoping to comfort me in some way.
My dear child, you are far too beautiful to shed tears. It pains me to see you cry, and I feel sadness in my heart knowing that you're still thinking about that terrible beast. Sierra, my love, I understand that you're hurt, and I can feel it too. But could you try to be happy for even just one day?
As my mother spoke, her face was filled with worry, and her words were filled with concern. She was going through a lot of pain just to see me happy.
I quickly embraced her as I silently wept on her shoulder. I didn't want to dwell on the past; I just wanted to stay here with my mother and feel happy.
Her embrace made me feel calm, and I felt like I could rely on her no matter what. My mother was my rock, and I would do everything in my power to keep her from feeling sad.
Just then, she pulled away and looked at me with a smile on her face. I returned her gaze with a small smile of my own, trying not to grin too hard.
She chuckled softly as she saw me forcing a smile.
"I know you'll find the right one for you soon, my dear," she said, her voice filled with hope. "Forget about all the pain and look to the future. I'm here now, and nothing can harm you."
I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of calm wash over me. I hugged her once more, and she hugged me back.
"Now, let's head to the market and get some things," she said as she stood up. "I'll be waiting downstairs. Just get dressed; you've been cooped up in this room for two days now."
As she left the room, I turned my attention back to the window, the sun shining through the glass casting a warm glow on my face. The gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers, filling the room with a sweet fragrance. I could hear the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves, a peaceful symphony that soothed my mind.
After a relaxing bath, I got dressed and made my way down the stairs. My mother was waiting for me, her eyes lighting up as she saw me. "You look beautiful, dear," she said with a smile.
Together, we walked out of the house and into the busy street. I felt self-conscious as people stared at me, their eyes lingering on my every move. I wished I could disappear into the crowd, away from their judging eyes. I
My mother noticed my discomfort and held my hand, pulling me closer to her. "Do not let the words of others hurt you, just be yourself," she said, her voice soothing like a warm hug. I felt a sense of comfort knowing that my mother was by my side.
As we made our way through the market, I listened to my mother's words and tuned out the judgmental whispers of others. I felt a sense of freedom knowing that I was no longer confined to the walls of a castle.
Suddenly, my mother turned to me and spoke. "Take this home, Sierra. I need to go get some other stuff."
I wanted to speak, to tell her how much I longed to stay with her, but before I could utter a word, she interrupted me with a gentle voice, "It's okay, Sierra, I'm right behind you." Her words were like music to my ears, and I nodded, knowing she wasn't right behind me, but it was best to go home and wait for her.
As I walked with my head down, I refused to look up, for fear that I might explode. The sights, smells, and sounds of the street overwhelmed me, and I couldn't bear to look at the faces of the people passing me by. Lost in my thoughts, I accidentally collided with someone.
All the things I held in my hands scattered on the ground, and I quickly apologized to the stranger without looking up, feeling embarrassed. The stranger also got down to help me pick up my things, and I was grateful for the kindness. After we finished picking up, I decided to look up to thank the stranger who helped me.
As I stood up and brushed the dust off my clothes, I formed a smile and looked up, ready to express my gratitude. But just as I was about to speak, my words got stuck in my throat as I saw the stranger's face. It was like looking into a mirror, and I realized that the person who helped me.