A woman with white clothes stood before four different graves lifelessly.
One of the graves looked new.
"Is this supposed to be our ending?" She asked no one in particular. Her eyes closed to hide the grief and pain in them.
The pain in those words hard to ignore.
"The same month, the same day and the same time, is it our fate, our ending or a curse?" She snapped her eyes open.
Tears streamed down the woman's eyes. They cascaded to her chin before they stopped. Like her emotions, they were hesitating to let go.
She raised her hand and ruthlessly wiped the tears from her face.
"I do hate her." The woman pointed at the still fresh grave. " But, she is my blood ralative, my family member, my twin sister how can I bring myself to hate her?" Her hand trembled at the strong emotions.
She looked confused before laughing. Her laugh sounded hollow and forced.
The sky darkened followed by a heavy downpour. "As always, the heavens are mocking me, they are laughing at how persistent I always stand here sending all of you alone."
She staggered as she crouched down. "They are mocking me, even after everything I can't hate that woman enough."
Her voice now croaked painfully. She scratched her face with her long nails.
Blood streamed down covering her white shirt and washed by the rain.
She looked at the face on black photo with hatred and longing.
" I do feel the pain. This face had drowned all my loved ones to nothing.
This face had caused everything to nothing.
It gave me sleepless nights for five years.
Mother, what should I do.
Should I hate or let go and even if I hate, whom should I hate and how?" She desperately needed anwers.
"Mistress, you need to get out from the rain or at least get an umbrella." An aged voice remarked.
He was Frank, the caretaker of their compound.
"Auncle gardener, do you think I should forgive or find healing?" She sounded unsure of the possibilities.
The old man said. "Forgiving is to forget and that is for you to decide. What type of healing do you want. Emotionally, physically or mentally?
To me the healing I can give is acceptance.
It did happen and long ago at that.
Changing the past is by starting a new life in truth or being reborn.
Hating and questioning the dead is not healing or acceptance but torture." He camly explained.
"How can I accept that I was cheated on by my own lover?
How can I heal from the loss of my daughter and parents.
How can I accept that the cause of all my problems is my twin sister?
If I forgive, will I carry all the burden alone?" She sounded unsure.
If forgiving is to let go, how can I be sure I will be relieved from all my hate, pain and sorrow?
She looked down at the fresh grave leaded with mud.
Her eyes looked crazy and unsure.
"After what you did, your only answer was it was just a misunderstanding?
A fucking misunderstanding without an explanation followed by your suicide.
Your misunderstanding caused all this graves.
My life changed to impossible.
Everything became incomplete and uncertain of the truth.
But you just had to kill yourself?
Ava, tell me, is it wrong for me to demand an explanation?" She shouted those words desperately. Tears streaming down mixed with blood.
Her eyes red to the extreme.
"You really need to leave from the rain,
A childish voice sounded.
He had been watching her but he can't take it no more.
Lena looked at the boy who reached her thighs, wearing all white with a cold expression etched on his face.
" I haven't found the answer yet." She said. Her voice gentle a stark contrast to her insane self.
"Mother, what answer do you wish to hear from the dead.
You cremated her body too long, wasn't it enough to curb your hatred?
You say you wish for healing how can you heal when you haven't let go?" He questioned her. His maturity beyond his age.
"You don't understand Ethan." She told him while her eyes were still earnestly looking at the black photo of her twin Ava.
The woman's smile was mischievously innocent opposite her real personality.
" Then explain so as I understand your pain, the meaning of completely letting go of your past to start a bright future?" He questioned desperately.
She had lived like a walking dead for an entire year since her twin's death.
"You aren't mature enough to understand the adult world." She explained.
"Maturity?" He tilted his head to look at her.
He knows he isn't mature but some things can be explained to be understood.
"I have lived with her long enough to understand what maturity is.
I have watched how her sore wounds heal before rupturing again and again but she still made it through.
You say I don't understand adulthood? Then explain them in a childhood terms so as I understand?. He clutched her wrist.
His eyes now welled with tears. He had called Ava, mother, since young.
He had lived with her even though he knew she wasn't his real mother and what she was up to in the dark.
He can't call Ava evil because she did treat him like her real child all this years.
Lena looked at her son and she enveloped him in a hug.
" Don't cry baby, it is not that I don't want to explain but I don't know how to."
"He needs to know everything, even I do, he lived with her longer than you, he understands her better than you, his version of everything is from Ava's perspective than yours.
So what is her version and what is yours?" A magnetic voice was heard.
A man in his thirties walked to where they were wearing all black.
He had black eyes with sword eyebrows, straight nose and pursed lips.
He was an older version of Ethan.
He had a black umbrella in his left hand. The man walked to where the mother son duo were and embraced them with his free hand before helping them stand up.
Carefully, he led them to the house
"You experienced it, he watched it, I caused it and Ava planned it all. What is the truth from her lies or what is the lie from your truth?
What is the misunderstanding that caused her to plan the death of them all and what happened to her from what Ethan knows.
Let us hear what Ethan knows why Ava became a villain as a perfect controller.
Ava didn't cause but she controlled everything in the dark.
Lena, what is your truth of the story?" He fired those questions at her.
Lena looked at her husband before looking at beyond the window, there her painful life unveiled.