Chapter 14: The Journey Chosen in Tears

Delia's POV

Tears streamed down my face as I faced my mother.

"But Mother… I said I won't go to the West anymore," I sobbed, voice trembling. "It was my choice to say I would go, and now it's my choice to say I won't."

"Yes, it's true," Aunt Pelsia cut in gently. "If Delia decides not to go anymore, then leave her be. It is still her choice."

"Mother… look at us," I pleaded. But she said nothing. Instead, she turned silently and walked away—her footsteps heavy with disappointment—disappearing into her room.

Aunt Pelsia and I were left behind, staring at each other, lost in confusion and pain. I stood motionless, haunted by the thought that perhaps my refusal had pushed Mother too far. That she wanted us to leave her… That I had driven her to send us away.

And that—that—was the last thing I would ever want to do on Earth.

I stood still, searching for what to do. And then, just like that, a soft whisper from within—God gave me the idea.

I would leave at night.

Alone.

That way, Aunt Pelsia wouldn't follow me. I'd go quietly, sparing her the pain of choosing between staying or leaving.

But before leaving, I needed to write the words my mouth couldn't speak aloud:

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Dear Mother and Aunt Pelsia,

If you're reading this letter, then I have already gone.

Please… do not be mad at me.

Just pray for me. Bless me.

Mother, I couldn't obey your decision, not because I don't respect you—but because I could never go, knowing you would be left alone.

Now I know I've left someone behind who will take care of you.

Aunt Pelsia, I know you'll be reading this with her, so please—promise me in your heart that you'll look after Mother until I return.

Because I will return. I know that with all certainty.

Please, both of you, stay safe for my return.

And if someday you come looking for me… go straight to the castle.

I don't know why, but I feel deep inside that that's where I'll be.

Your love,

Delia

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I took the little money I had saved and bought a cheap ticket—the cheapest I could find—so I'd still have something left.

But when I checked what remained in my hands, a cold reality hit me. The money I had left was so little.

The West was not going to be easy.

No… the West was not going to be a small journey.