She started, her heart hammering painfully against her chest, as the wretched words she's long since dreaded, sunk in. Her thoughts froze in their tracks. The skin on her palms felt clammy as she stared at the woman before her. This woman that she adored, whose footsteps she had vowed to tread. She watched the hurt deform her beautiful features, as tears slowly crept down those cheeks.
"I'm so sorry," she heard herself say, hearing her weak voice as if from a distance. The woman stared blankly, her heart-shattering grief contorting her wise brow. She stood unmoving, still as the mountains under the bleak skies outside.
"Who are you?" were the only words the woman uttered as she collapsed into the chair behind her. Tears were streaming freely and her breath caught in her throat she tried to reply.
Who was she, who was she to have seared this woman with a flaming lance? This woman who had given up her life for her. This woman who cherished her despite her pitiable shortcomings. This woman who knew her better than any other that walked this realm. This woman who had held her in her joys and her sorrows. This woman who had chastened her and spoiled her. This woman who had taught her, not with mere words but by the example she set. Who was she to have defied her wish to have a daughter as beautiful as she is?
Who was she?
"I'm so sorry," she heard herself say, hearing her weak voice as if from a distance. The woman stared blankly, her heart-shattering grief contorting her wise brow. She stood unmoving, still as the mountains under the bleak skies outside.
"Who are you?" were the only words the woman uttered as she collapsed into the chair behind her. Tears were streaming freely and her breath caught in her throat she tried to reply.
Who was she, who was she to have seared this woman with a flaming lance? This woman who had given up her life for her. This woman who cherished her despite her pitiable shortcomings. This woman who knew her better than any other that walked this realm. This woman who had held her in her joys and her sorrows. This woman who had chastened her and spoiled her. This woman who had taught her, not with mere words but by the example she set. Who was she to have defied her wish to have a daughter as beautiful as she is?
Who was she?
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