“He’s a good man … your father” the woman said.
Looking more closely as she was, Charley could see a girl in her early thirties perhaps, with bleached blonde hair and shining skin, dressed in just a tshirt and jeans.
Charley knew all at once who she was. She wanted her to be sad - sad as she had been for all of her years mourning for her mum … but the spirit in the room was radiant and full of happiness.
“Why haven’t you come before?”
Charley broke down and started to cry. She was ashamed to be seen to be like this, but the mirror had invoked an honesty from within her. The child inside, that had always wanted her mother close by, was speaking now.
The spirit retracted and its presence dissolved.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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