My hand trembles as I attempt to pick up broken pieces of the water pitcher that I had been carrying. It shouldn't startle me, but I does.
My mistress is hugging him and talking to her son as though he never passed. As though his time never paused, as if she never mourned.
My muscles stiffen as the soft touch of the mistress touches my shoulder.
"Do you need help picking this up?" her soft and gentle voice hums as the sting of the broken pieces in my palm have cut me.
"N-no ma'am," I stammer as I begin tossing the pieces into my apron.
"Allow me," the deep voice from Tao'xin looking into my face freezes me to my core.
I can do nothing but to look into the depths of his face as he gracefully picks the remainder of the vase into my apron. His grey eyes a sharp reminder to me of his passing. He drops the last piece into my apron with a smile that quickly disappears into a look of concern.
"Are you alright?" He asks sincerely. "You aren't hurt, are you?"
"I-I'm alright," I say shaking my head and rushing to my feet.
"Why are you crying?" He asks as he grabs my wrist.
I don't have to try to escape his grip. He being as gentle and loving as his mother. I simply remove myself from the room as quickly as my feet will move me. I hurry to the dispose, bending my face right after dropping the broken pieces in to release my stomach's tension in as well.
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