Okay. Deep breath.
I just got back from some vacationing, hence the very late update. Right now I'm working on a fic that I want to finish writing before posting and it's taking some time... *looks sadly at the pathetic draft*
Either way, I'm going to keep up with the drabbles until I do get it finished. However, this will most likely be the last one involving Ken and Sam, because I'm going to start posting ones about TK and Matt (first one being up tomorrow). And with that said, I leave you all to it.
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"Mommy?"
The middle-aged woman lifted her bloodshot, watery eyes to meet the gaze of her youngest--and now only--son.
"Come here, sweetie." she croaked, opening her arms to embrace the little boy.
As she rocked them back and forth, Ken asked her solemnly, "Are you still crying about Sam?"
A nod, along with a fresh wave of tears.
"Then why don't you just go visit him? You'll be happy again after that, right?"
His mother shook her head, smiling gently at her naïve son.
"Where is he anyways?"
"He's in a better place, Ken." She kissed the top of his head as he frowned.
"What was wrong with here?"
She simply chuckled sadly and told him to go back to bed. Before he rounded the corner though, Ken looked back.
"Don't worry, Mommy. You'll se Sam again one day."
And with that last remark, Ken shuffled back to his room, leaving his mother to whisper to herself, "I know, sweetie. I know."
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