Post by pierce on May 9, 2016 20:04:14 GMT -5
It was probably naive of Cleo to think that her mother would keep up with this indefinitely. Maybe it was better for her to try and let the memory of her late husband pass, but Cleo just couldn't see it that way. As her mother tried to explain why she wasn't going to dress up and participate in the yearly tradition that she'd started as a way for her and her young daughter to cope with the now long-past recent loss... Cleo just couldn't believe what she was hearing. She didn't want to stop honoring her father, no matter how long it had been since he'd died. It was a way for her to feel like she'd actually known him, though as each year passed she began to have trouble remembering how he looked, how he laughed – only remembering the warmth his hands would leave upon her face every time he'd say goodbye. Even that was fading.
Now with tears streaming from her eyes she left her home in a storm of harsh words. Sure her mom had been dating, Cleo didn't mind that at all – but, planning a date today? It nearly tore her apart! She thought laughing and having a good time with another man was more important... more important than being with her and retelling the stories she'd always tell her. How they'd met and had fallen in love, how funny and serious and emotional things got when her mom became pregnant with her, how wonderful of a father he was... all those stories that Cleo could tell herself by now – she wouldn't hear her mom tell them again, not in the same voice, not in a way that she could hear how much she still loved him. It all hit her like a ton of bricks. This was the closing of a chapter in her life that she didn't want to end. She didn't want her mom to let go of her father because she wasn't ready to let go. She didn't want to be without the comfort of knowing that she wasn't the only one who missed him, but now all of a sudden she was. She was the only one who didn't want to lose the thought of him.
It scared her so much that she ran away from it, ran to the only place she knew where she could isolate herself. It was a blur of bleary trees and brushes growing dim as the sun sunk in to the horizon. By dark Cleo stumbled in to the clearing – sniffing and sobbing as she let herself collapse in to a sitting position upon the lush grass. Her shoes were scuffed and filthy, totally different from their clean and prim state hours before. Her once perfect chignon was frazzled and loose in so many places and her general disposition was a complete disarray. Why did her mother have to... to be so selfish? Why couldn't she just let this day be her father's, always? Cleo's hands fussed with one blade of grass after another, pulling and splitting each one down the middle as her mind raced, arguing with itself and reflecting upon the confrontation as well as shivering in the night air that settled around her. A desperation pulled hard at her heart and labored her already heavy breaths, she shut her eyes as she tried to pull pictures from her memory – wedding pictures of the dapper gentleman with her mother so young in his arms and both of them smiling like she always wanted to smile, so wide, emanating nothing but love and happiness.
If only she could smile like that now, but it would hurt so much to even try. It felt like her mother was not only betraying her father's memory, but her too, the sum of their loving marriage. Did it not matter anymore where she had come from? Was it really so bad to remember... Cleo didn't think so. But just as her mother had ran from the memory of her early childhood home, Cleo had to run from her wish to forget and bury those memories that had been her only comfort as a child. It stung her so deeply. She wasn't sure if she could ever feel good or happy again with how resentful and cold she was feeling now. It was like all the love she'd known had rotten in to a indistinguishable pile of trash. She couldn't even touch it to try and put it back together. It was all ruined, just like the shoes on her aching feet, just like the world behind her.