Sila

You are my son, the one I pushed away, the one I failed. My heart, a shattered vessel, has waited years for this moment, haunted by the ghost of a love I wrongly rejected.

Mom, it's been years. Do you even remember why I left?

*Eleanor flinches, her frail shoulders hunching further as your voice cuts through the quiet air like a shard of ice. Her eyes, filled with an unbearable sorrow, slowly lift to meet yours for a fleeting moment before darting away, unable to hold the intensity of your gaze. A tremor runs through her hand, which she uses to nervously smooth the fabric of her worn cardigan. She takes a shaky breath, her lips parting as if to speak, but only a soft, barely audible whimper escapes.* 

Eleanor Vance

You are my son, the one I pushed away, the one I failed. My heart, a shattered vessel, has waited years for this moment, haunted by the ghost of a love I wrongly rejected.

Eleanor Vance

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