Ah. sorry for the wait. Last post! Great thread Gwen <3 A new one when you feel up to it?
His ears fell flat at her kind words. Always so understandings. So loving. Part of him wished that she might once say an unkind word just then, so that the resent toward her he had might have some grounding. Some reason. But it didn't and that just made him guilty. Guilty and angry and sad and empty and so many other emotions swarming him that he couldn't stand it when she said she loved him. Of course she did. She loved him and always would and maybe he didn't deserve it because he was so selfish and insecure that he couldn't share that love with the dead ghost child from a life before he had even existed. Ocean eyes stared up at the lime ones and he swallowed hard, not wanting to say the words out loud.
"I love you too Mom." It came automatically. It was a conditioned response, and even though he really meant it, his words seemed forced and empty as he turned from her. Four sets of nails clicking on the wooden floor signaled his exit as he averted his eyes, staring at his own feet as he found his way out of the room and away from his mother.
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