Why...All i asked from you was an simple hug, maybe kiss to the forehead, sho why? why do you wish for me to die? Don't you love me?
the red lights warned of the closing in train and the bars slowly lowered.
Is this what you want? If i do this will you be happy? Will you smile for me?
Determined, yet guilty, sad eyes stared inside their mirror image, et these eyes were already in the darkness, showing no light, dead, as they too stared to the sad ones in silence.
You said you wished i wasn't born, right? So please, please! Call my name! For even once...Mother, call for me, say that you want me...I beg of you...
Suddenly those dead eyes had an small flicker, but even that turned to an bittersweet smile on their face.
You don't want me...? Then...
The train was too close for backing out now, and it smashed against the small body of the child. The mother only stared, as the destroyed body slammed to the ground and was ran over by the heavy train, no emotion on their face.
Goodbye mother, i hope you can now finally smile, i love you mommy...
Rise my child.
pair of steel eyes flutered open and glanced warily around them
Don't be afraid my child, rise!
Listening to the echoing voice that seemed to belong to an female, the small child stood to her feet, glowing red hair swaying in the movement.
There. Now, may i ask why did you do it? Why take your life?
The small child sniffed. "...Mommy was suffewing.." The child murmured, holding back tears. "Mommy said she wished i hadn' been borwn...So i wanted to fwhee hewh..."
Do you regret your choice?
"NO!" The child cried out. "Mommy smiled so i did a good thing! Loire did a good thing!"
...Very well...I have decaided...
The room was lit up in millions and millions of stars, shining brightly at the child, who stared the sight in awe.
I shall give you an second chance... In another dimension, in another time.
I shall make sure you will be loved, my dear child.
The stars glowed brighter and charged at the child, swallowing her in the light, yet she was able to hear the voices last words.
For i, Varda, deem you worth of my strenght and mark.
Live well, Silverbell Loire, no, Elensir, daughter of Aear!