I am trapped in a dream.

An ocean of blood… The blood of countless victims…

A lone figure sits. Pale limbs and long silken hair.

I remember you. After so much time, I remember every lock of hair, each curve of your frame. I hold onto these, for there is one thing I have forgotten.

"I know you hate me D."

Do I? There was a time, long ago, when this was true. But I regret this period. All this bitterness. The distance between us. Your guilt; my hate. Moments wasted. Moments never repeated.

"Please, try to understand."

I cannot. Could you not perceive the consequences? What is so clear to me, was it not to you?

"I loved your father, what choice did I have?"

Father. Must you bring him into this moment? Can't you leave it to us? He overshadowed the both of us. There is nothing about us that isn't about him. I wish this could be ours.

"Can you forgive me, D? D?"

Unanswered question. From my birth to your grave. Added weight to your shoulders. Troubles that worn you before your time. I fear It alone prevented you from resting in peace. Does it haunt you now as it haunts me? Do you feel the throbbing pain, aguish for receiving no answer? The guilt of never soothing your fears is a hole to my soul, hanging open like a rotting wound. A wound I inflicted upon myself.

"I know it's been lonely for you."

We are all alone, mother. From birth to grave and beyond.

"I was lonely too, until you came along."

I remember your affections. I remember when you took me in your arms, but I forgot the feeling of your touch.

I remember pushing you away.

I remember the time you spent with me.

I remember ignoring you.

I hope you know I have no greater desire than to return everything you tried to give me.

I hope you know I now regret all the moments I did not seize.

Do not turn around yet.

I do not hate you. I forgive you. I do not blame my loneliness on you.

Do not turn around yet, for there is one thing I have forgotten.

You must not turn around, for the spell will brake. I have hated you for so long, that I have forgotten your eyes.

"Did you hear? D?"

The dream goes no further.

Farewell, mother.