Prompt: Embrace
It was almost unnerving, to be standing in the empty room. The walls were bare and cold, the bed made neatly with the sheets tucked in, and all the trace that someone was actually living there had been removed. He had just finished filling the last box with the last traces of evidence. Folded away the last blanket.
He'd worked so hard for this. After his graduation from the Academy he'd picked up two jobs to get the funds. He worked days and nights and only had one or two days off a week. Those days off were filled with sleep and work. Work on the building.
He'd never been one to build. Honestly he had to pay someone to do the work, which made it even harder for him to save up for. But he was an adult now. Old enough to not only want, but need his own home.
It was on one of the tiny islands near Skyloft. Literally within view of the island he'd sworn his life to protecting. The home was built on a solid foundation. He'd gone through and planted flowers himself. No one could say he didn't contribute to some of the building of his own home.
It was probably obvious to everyone, by the fact that the home had multiple bedrooms that Pipit had no desires to live alone there forever. In fact, most people were gossiping. They were waiting for the inevitable proposal that would seal the fate of the local knight romance.
Pipit hadn't really worked up the courage for that quite yet.
He looked around his empty bedroom one last time and then picked up the box off the bed, making to leave the hollowed out living space. When he turned to the doorway, however, he noticed a figure that made him stop in his tracks and put the box back down.
Her eyes seemed a little puffy. He could tell by their glazed state and the red rims that she had been crying. He left the box on the bed and walked closer to her. She was a little shorter than him now. He'd outgrown her just as most boys did to their mothers. He took both of her hands in his own and gave her a smile.
"You seem upset."
"…" She shook her head furiously. It was her only denial. She looked at their hands and then spoke with a shaky voice. "You've lived with me for twenty years…" She admitted. "Even when you lived in the dorms you came home every day."
He didn't know what to say to that. Of course she was upset that her son was moving out. She knew he wouldn't have time to visit her every day anymore. He took a deep breath and pulled her forward into a tight embrace.
"I love you, Mom."