The obsession to preserve things the beautiful way they were in the painful reality, where the twist of fate arrogantly took away from us our loved one and the light in our eyes. It’s one of those days again when I feel like crying myself to sleep, while internally screaming inside like a child, demanding to always be loved and to live with my family to eternity.
This oneshot broke my heart apart. He the soul who wants to be her son regardless of the outcome, who loves her despite being abandoned, who remembers only the pretty things about her and the precious moments they had together, who throws himself into multiple reincarnations just to be by her side - just to be by her side and to tell her "Don't be sad mom. I love you." Their story will continue haunting me in my dream, but I'll gladly endure.
Taste of Precociousness