In that moment, it did not matter to Emerald that her son probably hated her and she was the last person in the world that he wanted to see. She did not care that the last time they had met, he had asked her to stay dead. All that mattered to her was that her son, whom she had believed to be severely injured and in terrible danger was sitting in front of her, his eyes were locked with hers and he was here! As real as reality it self!
He was not a dream, he was not a product of her mind's wishful thinking, he was really here.
So, she did the only thing that her mind told her to do at that moment; she picked up her pace like a lost mad woman and ran across the room as fast as she could. She ran like her life depended on it, she ran like he would disappear from her sight if she was one se
