and there she was, living, despite it all
He didn't need to call her mom. He didn't need to identify himself. He didn't even need to explain what happened. As soon as he turned his face, she knew. His face had matured but she would recognize her son anywhere. Harper's face was there, and so was her own. And she knew exactly why he was suddenly a young man. The visit to the shrine. His questions of Frey.
Her feet were moving before her mind was, running then sliding on her knees in the sand to be before him. Her hands reached up to hold his cheeks, thumbs running over high cheekbones. Then briefly they rose to his hair, then back down to his face again. Her own expression was pained, tormented even, and tears flowed down her cheeks like the river beside them. "Jude..." she said with a shaky breath. "Oh my baby boy...what have you done?"
Her feet were moving before her mind was, running then sliding on her knees in the sand to be before him. Her hands reached up to hold his cheeks, thumbs running over high cheekbones. Then briefly they rose to his hair, then back down to his face again. Her own expression was pained, tormented even, and tears flowed down her cheeks like the river beside them. "Jude..." she said with a shaky breath. "Oh my baby boy...what have you done?"
Phoebe
