The shattered reflexions

Chapter 1: The Devoted Son Pierre sat cross-legged on the plush carpet of the living room, his gaze fixed intently on the television screen. The flickering images cast a warm glow on his boyish features, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched the scene unfold. This was his ritual, his daily communion with the woman he adored more than anything in the world - his mother. Every day after school, Pierre would hurry home, eager to spend the afternoon with her. He relished the quiet moments they shared, whether it was watching her favorite soap operas, discussing the latest books she had read, or simply basking in her comforting presence. In his mind, these were the most precious hours of his day, a chance to bask in the warmth of her affection and feel truly understood. As the credits rolled, Pierre's mother emerged from the kitchen, a tray of freshly baked cookies in hand. She smiled fondly at her son, the lines around her eyes crinkling with genuine delight. "I thought you might be hungry," she said, setting the tray down on the coffee table and settling onto the sofa beside him. Pierre eagerly reached for a cookie, savoring the buttery sweetness as it melted on his tongue. "Thank you, Mother," he murmured, his voice soft and reverent. "These are delicious, as always." His mother beamed, her slender fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "I'm so glad you're enjoying them, darling. You know how much I love baking for you." She paused, her expression shifting to one of concern. "But tell me, how was your day at school? Did you have a good time with your friends?" Pierre's brow furrowed slightly at the mention of his peers. "Well, I..." He hesitated, his gaze dropping to the plate of cookies. "I didn't really spend much time with them, to be honest. I was... I was thinking about you, as usual." His mother's smile faltered, a subtle touch of unease creeping into her features. "Pierre, you know how important it is for you to build connections with people your own age. I worry that you're... well, that you're becoming too dependent on me." Pierre's head snapped up, his eyes wide with a tinge of desperation. "But Mother, you're the only one who truly understands me. The only one who makes me feel complete." He reached out, his fingers gently encircling her wrist. "I don't need anyone else as long as I have you." .