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Wmftd brain rot moment
I keep thinking about y/n's mother.
She never knew what happened to her child. He was in her arms safe and sound the night before. That morning even.
He was so small and warm against her, and she would place a hand on his chest, just to feel him. His heart beat were both her greatest comfort and fear.
She understood what it meant to love someone so much it might ruin you.
After... After everything how many countless days and nights did she look for him? Every time she heard a child cry, she would turn her head looking for him.
She looked for him, murmuring prayers to the fates to reveal him once more, sometimes wailing and tears rolling down her face, others time all she could was bow her head, her lips moving but no words came out.
Years past and she thought surely, he will make himself known to the gods, he will come back to her and she would embrace him once more.
But he never did.