Geneva could not help feeling like her heart was breaking in a sense. In a completely intangible way, she was losing a connection to her son. She knew that they would grow apart. It was a natural process, but this situation definitely cut deep. She could almost feel the ties severed as they became more emotionally distant. She knew that their bond was strong enough to withstand this, but it still hurt to know that they might never be as close as they used to be, because Pripyat was becoming his own entity by distinguishing himself from his parents, and exploring his own feelings.
"It is okay, Pripyat. I understand." Her words were hushed as she looked steadily into his face. Her lime green eyes sought the oceanic blue of his own. He had his grandfather's eyes, Geneva realized as she looked into her son's eyes. They so closely resembled eyes she had looked into with complete trust as a child. And now she found herself several years later, as she met blue eyes, this time trust strained between them.
"I love you," she said. She needed him to know that. She was certain that Pripyat knew that she did, but she wanted him to hear it, again and again. She wanted him to know that at this moment, there was nothing no one could ever do to diminish her love for him. And she hoped that he would grow to understand. But time would tell, and all she could do was wait for him to come to her again, when he was ready.