Chapter 60: Chapter 60
Sierra pov.
We both stood there, looking at each other, as I didn't know what else to say. She really didn't want to see my face, right? Then, I guess I will have to make it possible.
I walked closer to her, the gap between us diminishing, and then I grabbed her by the shirt, pulling her forward.
"I have been trying all day to calm myself down and forget about the death of my mother. I will not let anyone who isn't welcome come spoil this day for me. So, if you truly don't want to see my face, Alex, you can get out now, or I will push you myself."
She grabbed my hands, and I looked at her. She smiled, then leaned closer, her lips near my ear.
"This isn't over."
She pushed me backward, turning to walk away, but she stopped for a moment and smiled, turning to face me.
"I will always make sure to bring only pain to you, Sierra." And with that, she walked away.
I placed my hands on my chest, releasing the heavy breath that I had been holding within me for quite some time now.
Just as I was about to fall to the ground, Henry ran up behind me and caught me.
"Are you okay?"
He asked, and I looked at him, nodding and forcing a smile.
He guided me inside, suggesting we forget about the joke for today. I nodded and allowed him to lead me inside, where he sat me down on the couch and sat close to me.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
He asked again, and this time I tried to smile, not wanting him to worry.
"It's okay, Henry. I'm fine. I just need some time alone, that's all."
He sat there, his expression thoughtful, as if he were contemplating something. But just as I was about to ask what the issue was, he spoke.
"Why do you always let her talk to you that way, Sierra? For goodness' sake, you are the Luna, and she is just a nightmare."
I smiled at Henry, feeling a hint of sadness flicker in my eyes, and then looked away from him. The luminosity that once enveloped me, defining who I was, had now been snatched away, leaving me to navigate through life as a mere shadow.
"Henry," I softly called his name, gently grasping his hands. "I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me too much, okay?"
I turned my head, diverting my gaze towards a different direction, only to find myself unexpectedly face-to-face with my mother's photograph adorning the walls. It was still unfathomable to me that she had departed, leaving me behind to wither in this desolate world.
"I'll be right back, okay? Just stay here," he assured me, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.
As he prepared to leave, my hand tightly clutched his, halting his movement. I peered into his eyes, searching for answers. "Where are you going?" I inquired, my voice laced with curiosity. He smiled warmly, planting a tender kiss on my forehead while placing his hands gently over mine.
"I just want to get something I can cook for you from the market. Just relax, I'll be right back," he reassured me.
With his departure, I found myself engulfed in a sense of lingering loneliness, yet I closed my eyes and resolved not to succumb to unease. "Relax, Sierra. Find some solace," I whispered to myself, a tinge of worry and sorrow apparent in my tone.
I continued waiting, my anticipation growing as the seconds ticked by. Henry seemed to be taking an eternity to return, and uneasiness crept into my heart.
Restlessly, I rose from my seat, which had cradled me for quite some time now. Fear began to claw at the edges of my consciousness. "Why hasn't Henry come back yet?" I pondered silently, pacing around the room, my thoughts meandering aimlessly.
An impulse to leave the confines of the house and search for him welled up within me, but I halted my steps, keenly aware of the prying eyes of the villagers. They still branded me as a witch, blaming me for my mother's demise. Overwhelmed and at a loss, I found myself trapped in a state of desolation, uncertain of how to proceed.
Every passing second seemed to accelerate, mocking my growing impatience. "Come on, Sierra, just give him thirty more minutes. He'll be back," I whispered to myself, desperately attempting to pacify my restless mind.
I sat back on the comfortable chair, gazing up at the clock, waiting and waiting. Thirty long minutes had passed, yet there was no sign of Henry.
Restless, I rose from the chair, feeling slightly uneasy. Hastily, I hurried up to my room in search of suitable attire.
For some inexplicable reason, a feeling tugged at me, suggesting Henry might have gone to the castle. But why? Was it because of what Alex had done earlier?
With haste, I donned some clothes. Just as I was about to leave the room, I paused and stared at my reflection in the mirror, captivated for a moment.
I wanted to smile, admiring how beautifully the dress looked on me, but the realization struck—it was the dress my mother had bought. Tears welled up, and I wiped them away, feeling shattered and lost. Why did my life have to be this way?
Brushing away the tears, I took a deep breath, closing my eyes, and exhaled slowly as I opened them again.
"I hope, wherever you are, Mom, you can see me living perfectly fine."
A gentle smile graced my face as I stepped out of the room, descending the stairs. Feeling a slight chill, I grabbed a coat hanging on the wall.
Approaching the door, I hesitated for a moment, knowing that venturing beyond it meant facing numerous insults.
With determination, I extended my hand, grasping the doorknob, and whispered, "You can do this." As I swung the door open to step outside, my heart skipped a beat as I beheld William standing there, gazing at me in astonishment.