"You look beautiful, sweetie."

My heart skipped a joyous beat and I quickly turned towards her voice.

She looked like a princess. With her beautiful auburn hair, her green eyes and her beautiful smile, she was the best thing I'd ever seen.

"Mom!" I cried and ran towards her, flinging myself into her arms.

She laughed, confused, into my hair as she hugged me back while I tried to squeeze her so tightly that she would not be able to leave.

"Lizzie... You're kinda cutting off my air supply here."

"Sorry," I sobbed and pulled back. My grip on her body loosened but I wouldn't let her go. I looked into her warm eyes, remembering every detail of her face. "You're here."

"Of course I am," mom answered incredulously. "Where else would I be?"

I shook my head, and stumbled on a sob, "Nowhere." I swallowed my tears. "Nowhere but here."

She cocked her head to the side and looked at me questioningly, but after a second of contemplation she apparently let it go and announced, "Dinner's ready, honey."

"Okay," I whispered, barely letting myself blink. What if she disappeared when I blinked?

"Your daddy's barbecuing," mom answered and her left cheek started to drop.

Wait.

Fear gripped me as adrenaline exploded into my blood. My hold on her arms tightened again. "Mom?"

"You like barbecue, right?" mom asked as her face continued to melt in front of me.

"No," I croaked and shook her hard. Once. Twice. "Mom!"

She frowned, her eyes turning red. "What's wrong?"

The corneas of her eyes heated and cracked. Like windows. And I screamed.

"Nooooooooo!"

"Shhh, it's okay. It's okay."

I pushed the hands away, my frantic eyes searching the darkness for my mom. For the fire. To escape. To get away from the horror that was my living nightmare.

The hands grabbed at me again, trying to catch my hands. "Liz. Liz. Liz."

"Noo," I keened. "Nooo."

"You're safe," my best friend softly whispered and the tightness of my fear slowly transformed into numb sorrow.

I slumped in her comforting arms, letting her rock me gently while whispering nonsensical syllables of consolation into the black night surrounding us.

Mom was dead. Mom had died. Mom was dead.

I tightly squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stop the hot tears from running. My eyes were sore and painful from all the salty tears, my body bone-tired from devastating emotions and sleepless nights.

I just wanted it all to end. I wanted the pain to go away.

I wanted my mom to come back.

*****

Maria's gaze was heavy. I'm sure she didn't mean for it to be, but her sympathy was almost too much for me to bear.

"Cereal?" she asked, holding up a box of cornflakes. "I always find that easy to eat when I have close to no appetite. It's so light, you know."

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