"I really Miss you, Sera." She said and seated to Sera’s left, close enough that her small shoulder brushed against the familiar warmth, was Amara.
Her wide eyes looked up at the woman again and again, disbelief still shining there. Every time she dared to meet the warm smile directed back at her, her breath hitched, almost afraid it would vanish if she blinked.
She whispered, as if afraid of breaking the illusion, “Amara… is it really you?”
The woman reached out, brushing a hand gently through Sera’s tangled hair. “Of course it’s me, little one. I would never leave you.”
Sera’s lips quivered. She leaned forward, clutching Amara's s arm, clinging like someone drowning in waves. Tears welled again, spilling over. “I—I thought they took you. I thought… you weren’t coming back.”
Amara ga
