"29":: Chapter-4

The blade drew closer and closer, Fabrice had his eyes tightly shut. There was no thought, no feelings, a little question drifted away in his mind asking him, how he had got here ? And then, there was silence and a silence shadowed by the darkness around his eyes, Fabrice waited for the impact, the pain to take over, but there was nothing.

Maybe this was how death felt like, the moment of liberation is just not felt. Maybe you depart moments before you are supposed to depart. 'Is this it?!' the thought echoed in Fabrice's head. He managed to open his eyes and what was before did match up the expectations he had. The skies were closer and the gush winds began blowing, like they were waiting for him to open his eyes. He looked down and blinked a few times at the land so very distant. Just a patch of road running beneath, which looked like a tiny line from the distance Fabrice hung from. Towards the right, a wing motioned effortlessly and towards the left, was her, the little girl, still looking indifferent and not very amused. “You're safe” she whispered finally giving a smile.

He looked up at a familiar face, and soon the realization grew upon him that a hand held him tightly in the air as a lady glided in the skies. That face was familiar and when it smiled, he knew her through the photos he always seen. She was his mother.

“Aren't you happy to see your mommy ?” asked the little girl.

“I have never met my mother. She had died when I was born” a cool breeze hit his Fabrice's face, his eyes became a little moist.

“Where am I ?” he cried in a breaking voice.

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