Chapter Twenty Five - Hero

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Connor told me everything that had been going on lately.

It started with his recruitment as a female model, to his cousins strange infatuation with him. Then, onto his relationship with this Kaoru boy, and René.

He's been torn down and broken apart, and all I want to do is rip someone's tongue out through their teeth for breaking my baby, but I also want to slap him upside his head for being such an ass.

"Connor Ronen Seville, you are the stupidest, most anguished, stressed out, dramatic teenager on this Earth," I groaned.

"You should know we would never hate you for being gay. Or for dressing up as a girl although that is a bit funny. We'd get used to it, love! And only your real friends would understand that you had to do what you had to do. That Kaka kid should've never freaked out. He said some cruel and drastic things, and I'm betting you he's so guilty right now."

Connor shook his head. "Mom, I'm a teenager. I do things in my head. This is why I'm in the hospital."

I sighed, tousled his hair. "Baby boy, I need you to listen, okay?"

Connor nodded.

"Not everything in life is gonna go your way. You're gonna get thrown around. People are gonna dislike you. They are going to tell you that you're not good enough. But let me tell you, you are way too good for this world. No religion can define my love for you. After all, I carried your ass for nine months. I won't disown you until you change my diapers when I'm old," I jested.

"But, I do think you owe some people apologies, hugs, and maybe a love confession....?" I hinted at, and nudged Connor's ribs, winking.

"Mom, please don't."

I groaned. "Fine! Spoil my fun! I dont need you anyway! I'll have fun by myself!"

"Mom don't play with that. It's expensive."

"So was my stomach until you gave it STRETCH MARKS."

Connor snorted and I sighed, laying down next to him once again. I remember being in highschool, and being in love. It was pretty awesome; sneaking out at night to meet Daniel, drinking alcohol when I should've been sipping Hi-C, and even having little escapades. It was exciting. But of course it contributed to the reason my parents disowned me.

I was too hyper and rebellious. I didn't believe in the Catholic lifestyle. I was in love with a Jewish man.

I wouldn't have changed a thing in my love life though. I don't regret marrying Daniel, or having Aaron, or Connor, or Connie. Whenever I looked in Dani's eyes, I could see that he felt the same; a swirling emotion of passion and addiction all in one. Being in love was like being on a rollercoaster. It was scary. It was terrifying even. You didn't know what would be around the next bend. Sometimes you threw up on people. Sometimes you broke down. But you could be fixed. There were exciting parts. There were parts where you loop de looped and was like a thousand butterflies in your tummy.

Looking at Connor, even with his flaws - like his anger, selfish tendencies, guilt for no reason, and even his extraordinary compassion - he was perfect. Beautifully hued hazel eyes, with lush, wavy brown hair. His face was heart shaped, with a small button nose, and his lips were thin on top and thicker on the bottom. He was a nice pale color, but much like his father, he tanned easily in the sunlight.

He was tall - taller than me - and was soft in the stomach and in no way muscled. But he was fine the way he was. He was feminine; perhaps in his voice where it was higher than most boys. Or maybe in his devilish smiles and glittering hazel irises. Either way, he just had this aura that made you want to appreciate his inner and outer beauty.

"Mom, are you okay? You've been staring at me for God knows how long," Connor stuttered, chewing on his lower lip.

"I'm fine," I said, smiling sincerely and brightly. "I just think you're very handsome and I'm so very proud to be your mother."

Connor smiled gently at me, and gathered me in his arms, burying his nose in my neck.

I wish my son well in life.

For if I don't his soul will stay.

And I will never go away.

I'll watch him succeed from afar.

See how long it's been thus far.

But if he ever needs a hug.

I'll be waiting for him with lots of love.

- Absolutely_Positive

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792 words, not counting authors note.

So I know I said it was going to be a whole new arc, but instead, I gave it a different kind of conclusion.

I think we all needed this bit of emotional closure from Connor's mother, Maxine.

This ends the drama, and the crazy (maybe maybe not) plot twists. Now comes the advice that Maxine had given to Connor. He needs to give apolgies, hugs, and all that jazz. And let's just say, some reconciliation is definitely going to go on.

Ships will sail, souls will leave, and LIFE WILL BE COMPLETE!

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Lost Innocence
Michaela Remmel

Wind whistling,
Snow glistening,
We try not to,
But we're all listening.

Loud screams,
Bad dreams,
It's very far,
But close it seems.

Sad day,
Lost our way,
All we can do,
Is simply pray.

Innocence gone,
Life no longer long,
We may not know,
But we're all doing wrong.

Joy lost,
The Holocaust,
We look to see,
Hearts covered in frost.

Wars fought,
Sins taught,
Making mistakes,
Hoping not to be caught.

Not taking blame,
Pushing for fame,
As advanced as we are,
We're still all untamed.

Too much pride,
Needing a guide,
We will deny it,
But behind lies we hide.

Hurting others,
Betraying brother,
Many forgetting,
To appreciate mothers.

Lies are fed,
Filling heart and head,
Through all of these years,
Innocent blood has been shed.

Children abandoned,
Lonely and stranded,
We're all wasting the life
That we have been handed.

Taking from the poor,
We're loving no more,
Fight to be free,
End up starting a war.

People starting fights,
No longer enjoying the sights,
While mere mortals are taking
Our God given rights.

Soldiers killed,
Void can't be filled,
Pay close attention,
For pure souls have been tilled.

Need to find peace,
Work together like geese,
But greatest of all,
The hate needs to cease.

E D I T E D