Invisible Girl ( Michael Jackson x reader ) English version

1- Regrets

Before we start, I just want to mention that English is not my first language. I'd love to hear your feedback on the translation. Is it easy to read ? Thank you !

"I should have kept her by my side... and apologized while I still could."

My mother wiped away her tears, her lips trembling with grief. Her gaze was distant, lost in a past where her own mother was still alive. In the heavy silence, the rain against the window made everything feel even heavier.

"Deep down, you loved each other."

Her smile, in that moment, reflected her pain.

"Thank you, (your name), for trying to comfort me."

"It's just the truth," I insisted. "You regret it, you think you could have done more... but that's the problem. We always feel like we didn't do enough."

"And in the end, we regret it bitterly," she said.

"But what could you have done?" I asked softly. "You couldn't have known. You did the best you could at the time."

She took a deep, trembling breath, her shoulders almost shaking. Tears were already filling her eyes again.

"And yet... we keep moving forward. Because even when everything feels like it's fallen apart, we're not at the end of the road. There's still a chance that things can get better."

She nodded before wiping away her tears one last time. Then, from her handbag, she handed me a letter.

"For (your name), my little girl."

"A letter from grandma?" I asked, confused.

"Yes. I didn't read it, out of respect."

My chest tightened. That simple piece of paper made me realize I would never see her again.

I don't know why, but her handwriting wasn't neat this time. Like she had written it in a rush... or maybe in fear.

I swallowed hard before opening it.

"Death will come for you too. Save her, and you will save yourself."

My mother noticed my confused expression. I handed her the letter so she could read it as well.

I couldn't explain it... but a growing sense of unease settled deep inside me.

"Don't pay attention to it," my mother said. "She wasn't really herself anymore."

That was true. Grandma had become somewhat paranoid over the past few months. "I'm going to die soon," she would repeat over and over again.

But at her age, that was part of life.

What truly shook us was the way we lost her... a heart attack that followed a burglary.

"Throw that letter away. It'll only make you sick."

I quickly took it back from her before she could throw it in the trash.

"No... it's the only thing I have left of her. I want to keep it."

"What a strange keepsake..." she murmured. "If she had thought about leaving us her inheritance, we would have had far better ones."

"By the way... are you sure you don't want to go to the auction?"

"What's the point?" she replied. "Watching strangers take your late mother's belongings at outrageous prices while I stand there, powerless?"

I winced.

It was true that grandma's collection must have been worth a fortune. That's one of the reasons my mother wanted her to live with us. She wasn't safe from burglaries.

But grandma cared too much about her independence.

"I don't need objects to remember my greatest treasure," she said softly. "But it's only after losing it that i realized its true value."

She finished her sentence with a sob that could have shattered a heart. Naturally, I wrapped my arms around her.

In this moment, I had to be strong.
I had to be her pillar... so she wouldn't fall apart.

Any advices about the translation ? I'll make changes if necessary !