the fire that rages within

bitchinata:

She let out a soft sigh, moving to tuck his head under her chin, arms still locked around him, one hand moving around in circles on his back. She knew she had made her mistakes with raising him, she was so young when she had him, not nearly mature enough to be a mother, but in all honesty, she couldn’t be prouder of him. 

’ I know.. I haven’t been the greatest mother. But— you know I love you right ? You were the greatest thing to ever happen to me.’

His hands wrapped around her waist, trying to conceal the growing pink color on his face. He didn’t want her to feel awful about him, and at most times, he wished he would disappear because it felt like he was the source of most of his mother’s problems. He admits—he wasn’t the best son either, and he would have blamed the circumstances around him first, but actually, he blames himself the most because he couldn’t correctly direct his anger anywhere else but to his only family.

                                  “I was kinda big jerk to you and bother you a lot, so—” He hugged her tightly, fingers gently tugging the tips of her dark, blue hair. He’s not the type to say sorry, but his chest heaves, trying to quickly mumble out his apologies. “I love you, Kaachan.”