Seojun lay in darkness, feeling warm and safe. A soft voice called his name over and over again.
"Seojun... Seojun..."
The voice was familiar. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a face he hadn't seen in a long time. Tears filled his eyes as he realized who it was.
It was his mother.
Her hair once brown, was now white with age. Her face had deep lines, showing the years that had passed But her eyes were still warm and loving, the same as he remembered. She smiled gently and touched his face, wiping away his tears with a soft, wrinkled hand.
"Mom…"
She didn't speak, just kept caressing his face. Seojun's head rested in her lap, and he could feel her hand trembling slightly. He reached up, took her hand, and held it tight, his eyes closing as more tears slipped down his cheeks.
"I'm glad you visited me in my dream, Mom," he said softly.
