Mary looked at her glass of whiskey and swayed it from left to right, entertaining herself with the movement of the amber liquid. She didn't drink as much as she used to, notably because when she was drunk, Mary was either without filters or she was a sad drunk. She would not be able to keep her bad memories away, the pain from her many losses, from her fears... from the physical pain she experienced at the hands of people who were supposed to care for her. She remembered everything and the knot in the pit of her stomach kept growing, taking so much space and hurting her so much that she ended up sobbing into her alcohol.
She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Now wasn't the time to get sad. Now wasn't the time to remember her deceased son. She missed him more than she could express, more than she could even confess to Tommy but the innocence and kindness of Charlie helped her soothe her pain. He addressed Paul as his brother in the sky and kept talking about how he wanted to be a good son for Mary so his older brother would feel relieved about his mom. Charlie was sweet, so sweet that he wanted to protect Mary from harm. He reacted the best way when Mary confirmed that his father loved her and they were a family now. He embraced the whole situation. So why would she be sad, uh? Why would she be? She looked at her glass of whiskey and sighed. It didn't have to end badly. It didn't have to be a sad day. She would think about Charlie and Tommy, she would choose love over violence. Yes, she would. She could do it.
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