This is the long forgotten light at the end of the world
Pondering the question, Seren slowly shook her head. "They don't... usually talk about her," she replied. "She was barely two when she passed, so there was never time for books or favorite things. I... I think Remi said she liked the color red? And maybe..." Had it been flowers, or stars? She couldn't remember. A soft sigh slipped past her lips.
"Do you ever miss things you've never had?" Seren glanced sideways at her friend. Perhaps he had lost enough real things that the 'what if's' didn't hold any sway anymore. She wanted to ask... but fear of hurting him stilled the question on her tongue.
"Do you ever miss things you've never had?" Seren glanced sideways at her friend. Perhaps he had lost enough real things that the 'what if's' didn't hold any sway anymore. She wanted to ask... but fear of hurting him stilled the question on her tongue.
Seren
