Sunday, January 26th, 2014
Tom has read over what I’ve written these last few weeks. I really like Tom, he’s become something of a father figure to me, even though I’ve got a dad and he could never take the place of my father, but he has this maturity about him that’s almost vampirish in a way, kind of timeless. He asked me how I felt when I was reunited with my stepmom. It’s an odd question coming from him. He isn’t usually the one to ask personal questions but I’m glad it was him who asked me because of the tone of his voice. He was devoid of emotion, seemingly and it forced me to rethink what I had just written and look at it from a purely objective point of view. As a result I’ve gone back and revised what I wrote two days ago because it was full of emotion.
When you find out that a loved one is really still alive you go through the full range of emotions over and over. Eventually you come to some sort of acceptance or you reject them altogether, many will waver between the two extremes to try and find the balance. For me the first reaction was pure shock. I felt as if my heart stopped. It couldn’t be the same woman. Her hair was longer and fell past her shoulders but it was much thicker. She wore a black rollneck sweater and black trousers under a light overcoat and purple scarf, but it was her face I noticed first. She had been gone ten years but she hadn’t aged a day, if anything she looked younger and healthier. I stood staring at her until finally Sean coughed and nudged me.
“Go to her, there are things that need to be said now that we’re alone.”
When my stepmom’s plane went down a part of me died, Cat was my world. In her place she left us to her friends, the Grey Ravens. Over the years I slowly came to realise her death was a mere facade. When we were reunited I learned the truth about Clan Grey Raven and her remarkable history. Some people will always love. Some people never lose hope. Some people never die…