Hand in hand, the dark-haired beauty and her daughter made their way slowly down the main road of Regalia. Slow and steady so that the young girl, only just past being a tot, could keep in step with her mother. The mother's steps looked painfully slow, yet she didn't seem bothered, enjoying the Summer breeze that whispered past and blew a lock of her black hair across her face.
The daughter smiled her beautiful little smile that tugged at her mother's heartstrings, making her wish the little girl never grew up to face the harsh realities. The realities of where beauty sometimes took you, or war, or love. But this love was innocent and unbreaking, something the mother would never lose unlike the loves she'd had before. The soldier, the Sanguine, the Isldar, the Noble. All of whom she'd shared her heart with and eventually took it back - or had it thrown back in pieces.
This love was innocent and pure like her precious little daughter that hummed a song her mother sang in a whisper every night to the young beauty that held tight to her hand. The day was light and beautiful and filled with love that only a mother could get the chance to feel - knowing that the child besides them was their's and their's alone. But.. it felt off. This love that the young woman felt seemed to hold an emptiness, making her smile but not yet full of joy.
This love felt false.
The little girl looked up to her mother, who had stopped her slow walking to stare off and consider her empty love for the girl holding her hand. She said something, yet her voice didn't seem to carry far and the sunlight felt far too bright on her face. The mother filled with empty love blinked a few times and instead of the cobble street and fair face of her daughter meeting her, she instead was met with the empty blankets of her bed, sheltering her from the odd chill that seemed not to drift from the slight opened window, but from her own bones and heart.
The woman slowly sat up, pushing her hair from her eyes and placed her hand on her stomach, pushing her shirt up the slightest and looking at her skin - marred by the jagged scar across her. The scar that confirmed that her dream had just been a dream and always would be.
Beautiful, wishful thinking that would never be more then that.
The daughter smiled her beautiful little smile that tugged at her mother's heartstrings, making her wish the little girl never grew up to face the harsh realities. The realities of where beauty sometimes took you, or war, or love. But this love was innocent and unbreaking, something the mother would never lose unlike the loves she'd had before. The soldier, the Sanguine, the Isldar, the Noble. All of whom she'd shared her heart with and eventually took it back - or had it thrown back in pieces.
This love was innocent and pure like her precious little daughter that hummed a song her mother sang in a whisper every night to the young beauty that held tight to her hand. The day was light and beautiful and filled with love that only a mother could get the chance to feel - knowing that the child besides them was their's and their's alone. But.. it felt off. This love that the young woman felt seemed to hold an emptiness, making her smile but not yet full of joy.
This love felt false.
The little girl looked up to her mother, who had stopped her slow walking to stare off and consider her empty love for the girl holding her hand. She said something, yet her voice didn't seem to carry far and the sunlight felt far too bright on her face. The mother filled with empty love blinked a few times and instead of the cobble street and fair face of her daughter meeting her, she instead was met with the empty blankets of her bed, sheltering her from the odd chill that seemed not to drift from the slight opened window, but from her own bones and heart.
The woman slowly sat up, pushing her hair from her eyes and placed her hand on her stomach, pushing her shirt up the slightest and looking at her skin - marred by the jagged scar across her. The scar that confirmed that her dream had just been a dream and always would be.
Beautiful, wishful thinking that would never be more then that.
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