Nothing can come close

No matter how careful she was fated to awaken the boy, but not after the sweet dreams seemed to whisk him off somewhere not a cruel as here. She savored the boy's sleep induced smile, and involuntarily curled closer. Plague would wake moments after. He opened his huge forest green eyes and Belle was struck hard at her heart, having Archon’s gaze stare up at her from his son was almost too much. Her own will broke as he pressed his features into her chest and sobbed his loss.

Tears slipped down her own cheeks as she was reminded again of the hole her husband left. She sniffled softly and returned Plague’s gesture with her own nuzzle into the spiked scruff of his neck. ”Hold tightly to your dreams and memories, my son.” She offered with soft and gentle words, her own tears staining her cheeks. She hoped his dreams of Archon were not like hers, so far all she could see when she closed her eyes were his last few moments over and over again. The grief caused her to feel sick as she allowed herself again to divulge in the sorrow that was their loss. She held Plague tightly to her breast, unwilling to even think about letting him go.