Delaney

The moment my mother stepped out of the room, I opened my mouth and let out a silent scream, breathing out all the steam that had accumulated inside. The moon goddess knew how much it was taking for me not to allow my boiling insides to reflect on the outside. I looked at the spot where she had stood, ignoring the blurriness, just to be sure it wasn't a dream. I kept on telling myself that I had not imagined her confession; that indeed she was the source and cause of all my troubles. How could she allow power and immortality to take her love for me and my...