You are home to me no longer.
She hears those words as if he had spoken them against her ear. A deep chasm begins to swirl inside her, churning, gaping, taking every single thought of sanity. Seol knows those words in the deepest corners of her heart. They were the last farewell they had bidden to each other, over the remnants of a much loved child; Lyla.
A sob builds in her throat, tightening like a chokehold as memories of that beautiful child returns. Their child, silver eyed, rosy mouthed, with tumbling curls of midnight black, streaked with her father's spun silver hair.
*A heart that never hardens, a temper that never tires, a touch that never hurts...*
