Her eyes felt empty for merely a brief second as she stared into mine as if she had no recognition of who I was.
However, after the following seconds, her face beamed light and her eyes squinted when a smile drew over her lips. The sob I wish to let out had allowed me to refuse to be exposed to Arya, Simon, and Luke.
She was beautiful as ever. My mother— Camilla Kings. I never wondered whether she was ugly since her beauty already is outstanding, especially today that she was illuminating with light.
“Eleanor... ” The voice had settled along with the darkness, echoing through its infinite dimension. It felt like a rhythm to peace, it was so soothing to hear her voice.
The only thing I yearn for was her voice and her presence and yet here she is. I could see and hear her but only in
