novelxo Chapter 22. My Love
I used the new toothbrush that Mason gave me to brush my teeth. He's such a gentleman when he wants to be.
Slowly walking downstairs, I took my time to appreciate the paintings on the wall. I really do love me some art. I walked around the house for a while and I came upon a piano. Mom had taught me how to play it a few years back. We would sit for hours on the pink piano she bought for me, playing all sorts of songs. I've been avoiding so much that had to do with her for so long and I really need to stop. Its just hard for me, knowing that I could've done something to save her.
I began playing my favorite composition from Twilight Saga, Bella's Lullaby. It brings me peace to my somewhat damaged soul. I closed my eyes and continued to play. When I played the last note, I heard someone clapping behind me.
"Who knew you could be beautiful and talented at the same time." Mason admirably told me.
A smile crept up my face at the sight of him and the compliment he gave me.
He took a seat beside me and placed a kiss on my forehead. I blushed once more.
"Is there any other song you would be so kind enough to play for me?" He asked sweetly. What's up with him this morning? I giggled inwardly.
I gave him a smile and began playing my other favorite composition from Twilight Saga. It was also my mom's favorite so i felt like she was actually there with me instead Mason. I miss her so much.
He sat there and watched me with adoration until I was finish.
"What's the name of what you just played?" He questioned.
I looked up at him and into his eyes.
"My Love." I whispered.
"Would you like some breakfast, my love?" He asked smiling down at me.
He seems to be in a good mood today.
"Yes please." I sighed.
I followed him to the kitchen and sat at the island. I looked at the time on the stove and realize that it was pretty early. It was 7:30.
"Eggs and bacon, my love?" Mason turned around asking me in character. I just had to giggle.
"Yes please, my dear kind sir." I replied with a fake accent.
He giggled at that. I mean, he actually giggled. Oh how I love the sound of that.
Mason cooked me breakfast and we sat there at the island and ate in peaceful silence.
He told me to leave the dishes because a maid came there every day. I still decided to wash them and he helped without any comment.
"Do you want to sit and talk for a while?" He asked me.
"Sure" I replied. I was in no hurry to go home. We sat on the couch and he proceeded to ask me questions.
"So tell me more about you Xayla Maguire. Wait, your last name is Maguire right?" He asked looking panicky.
"Yes Mr. O'Brien." I replied smiling sweetly.
"Oh good because I cannot handle another name change." He muttered.
"Hey I thought you didn't have a problem with my first name not being by real name and all.." I whined.
"I don't its just that I like your last name. Even though you won't have it for long." He added the last part more of a whisper. So I didn't hear what he said clearly.
"Where are your parents Xayla?" He questioned, finally asking the question that I knew was on his mind.
"They died when I was fifteen." I stated.
I felt his eyes on me, probably wondering why I wasn't showing any emotion towards this.
"How?" He asked again, breaking the silence that fell.
I started to bite my nails. Something I do when I get really uncomfortable.
"My mom died because she umm...she absorbed the pain and depression from so many people, it drove her insane and that killed her " I stated , explaining partially.
"She was also pyschic. Its something that we can do. That night...that night when I started to cry. I absorbed some of the sadness that you still had within from your mother's death so the way it affected you, it affected me just the same. " I added.
"You didn't have to do that Xayla." He replied, his tone serious.
"I wanted to. " I confessed, looking at him.
He didn't say anything, he just stared at me.
"My dad got really depressed after my mother's death and that killed him couple months after." I sighed.
"I'm sorry that you had to go through that Xay " he whispered holding my hand.
I squeezed his hand.
"It still affects me but I learned a way how to not show it." I said, giving him an explanation.
"There was this girl who named Sabrina at my old school. I walked pass her through the halls one day and I felt a heavy amount of depression and darkness coming from her. I decided not to help her because, because she reminded me too much of how my mother was. The next day though, I had just parked my car and I heard someone shouting she's going to jump. I ran out my car and to the crowd and saw her on the roof of my school. She looked like death... I was about go up to her but she jumped and fell right in front of me....." I wept.
"From that day on, I decided that anyone who may need any help who I came in contact with, i'll help them. No matter the risk. No matter if I ended up like my mom." I whispered.
"Xayla I don't want you to do that. You can help them but not that way. You don't have to consume their depression or whatever, but you can help them by just talking to them and I bet you know just exactly how because your psychic. " Mason told me seriously squeezing my hand.
What he said made sense. I really don't have to take away their depression by using my abilities but just by talking to them, I could. That's exactly what Gran had told me but I pushed it aside.
I smiled at that conclusion.
"You're right. Thank you." I lifted his hand and rest my cheek in his palm.
"No Xayla. Thank you." He whispered.
"For what?" I asked baffled.
"For healing my heart." He sighed.
Wait what?
"I did that?" I asked surprised a bit.
"Yes, you did. I carried this weight on my shoulders and you took them off me. I had this darkness travel with me wherever I go, and you made it disappear with the light that shone from your soul. So thank you." He whispered hugging me. "Okay its not gone completely but it feels good to be able to smile again."
I can't believe I actually did it. I didn't even use that much of my ability on him.
"Your welcome." I sighed, smiling to myself.