Terrifier-3 (Rewritten)

While Harry was telling her the exact story, about his reincarnation and her son really dying, he could see her breaking down with each word. Harry wanted to comfort her. He really wanted to.

But he couldn't.

How could he? He wasn't her son at the end of the day.

When Harry ended his explanation, Rachel was sobbing. Wailing. Crying.

Crying for her lost son.

Wailing for the lie that had been told to her.

Sobbing because she knew the truth she shouldn't have heard.

Harry couldn't take it anymore. He got up and walked towards Rachel who didn't pay him any attention. He hugged her while she was crying. She gave in to his hug and began to cry on his stomach.

Why were Harry's eyes moist? With tears threatening to fall at any minute? His lips were quivering. There was a strange feeling in his gut. Like something had broken, shattered, like the tsunami had finally reached the island and was now going to drown it completely.

They stayed like that for a long time. Time didn't matter to them anymore. Harry's eyes shed tears. He didn't mind it. He missed his old family. His old mother. His father. His brother. The same brother who had him ousted from his own company. His wife. Same wife who had charged him with domestic abuse and ruined his image. Even if their memories weren't good, he still missed it. He missed the good times.

Rachel eventually fell asleep. Harry didn't disturb her. He just stood there with her using his stomach as a pillow.

Time passed. But Harry didn't care. He had yet to come to terms with his reincarnation. Yes he had died after falling down the stairs. He would accept death than live the same type of life he used to before. The life which served as a painful reminder to what had transpired at the end. No one stayed by his side.

He hadn't felt his mother's warmth in a long time. But he was feeling it now.

He felt Rachel stirring in sleep and eventually removed herself from himself. When she looked up at him, she saw his tear stocked face.

At first she thought that those were crocodile tears but then she saw his eyes. She saw pain. Longing for love, for hope. For that one hand to pull him back towards life. Not the robot he is now. Who just works and works.

For a second there, Rachel saw her son. She stood up to his level and looked at him in eye.

Two broken eyes met.

One in mourning for her loved ones,

One in mourning for he had no home.

Rachel: Whoever you are now, I don't care. I see my son in you. Please pretend. Pretend to be the man you never can be. Maybe you can find your place that way.

Harry didn't understand her words. But when she opened her arms for him, he went for another hug. Both cried in each other's shoulders.

One had to pretend to be a dead man,

One had to pretend to love a dead man.

When Lisa entered the room when she didn't hear from Harry for a long time, she found the son sleeping with his head on the mother's lap who was gently cradling it. When the mother noticed her, she gave her the silent gesture.

Lisa left the mother-son duo alone. She was feeling happy seeing them together.