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Alice Longbottems POV
I think I dreamt of you last night.
A little baby with scraggly blond curls and big blue eyes, I held you in my arms as I rocked back and forth, back and forth.
But you are a young man much too old to be rocked and soothed to sleep. You can't be the baby I held in my arms, and yet your eyes both shine the same.
You sit and talk to me the hawk like woman looming over you. I hear you call me Mum.
I think I had a child once a boy with scraggly blond hair and big blue eyes; I held him in my arms and rocked him, back and forth back and forth.
But you are not my child, where is my baby? I look at you with your blue eyes so like my lost one, the answers dance in front of me slipping through my fingers like a feather light breeze.
And then the answer is gone like it wasn't even there to begin with.
I want to scream, I want to cry. Not realizing that I am, the pain in my skull as I try to pull my hair out in frustration doesn't reach me.
"She's having a bad day" explains the woman in white; she makes the hawk woman and the blue eyed boy leave.
It wasn't a bad day, I almost had it. I just can't remember.
Authors Note: Its short I know, I keep trying to write long stories but I don't know short little angsty one shots are just so much fun to write. So anyway review and tell me what you think :D