A sliver of fear shot through her spine but she calmly stared back up at him. “Do you love your mother, then?” she grinned, malice pouring from her tongue.
Of course I love you.
A look of pure insanity crosses the man’s face, and he doesn’t try and hide it. It’s unsettling, the blatant joy competing with unbridled rage for dominance of his emotions.
I love you so much, Mummy. I’ve always loved you. But you never loved me, oh no, never loved me back.
Eventually his face lacks emotion completely, and he just mumbles out a response.
I always loved you, Mummy. But you never loved me back.
She stiffened, fear seeping into her eyes long after his show of emotion passed. Grimacing, she let go of him, stepping back. “You’re a liar” she spat, eying him warily. “You’re a manipulative lying freak” she nearly shrieked, her body bending like a wounded animal - poised to attack and fight to the death.
“You. Can’t. Love.” she laughed, eyes mad with both meanings. “Monsters can’t love and no one can love a monster”
She doesn’t say anything as he crumbles. His shoulders slumping with a weary defeat. His eyes cracked and dull and aging...