Silvio was shaking, his wided eyes staring at his moms rocking chair, breathing heavily. he swears shes here. with him. he feels tears well up in his eyes and his hands shook at his sides, the tears dripping down his cheeks and landing on the floor with a quiet "drop". He's on the verge of a mental breakdown if he isn't having one right now.

"M-mother..." He whispered under his breath. he hates his mom but loves her at the same time. she caused him so many problems; why can't he just fully hate her?...he just wants her back...but he can't decide if he wants her back to suffocate her again or to just hug her, just to be comforted for once by her. just once is all he needs...