And The Thunder Rolls...

This moment will live in Eulogy’s memory until the day she breathes her last breath. While her life, up to this point, is mostly filled with dark, murky memories of pain, sadness, and loss, the older woman knows that this will remain sharp and vivid for the years to come. She memorizes the way her son’s fur feels against her own; counts the thundering beats of his heart as he holds her; and counts the blessed seconds that she is in his strong arms. Even the feel of Void’s tears as they gently plunk atop her head…. Yes, she will remember it all.

When he had swept her into his arms, Eulogy had stiffened from the pain that aging has wrought on her body and she is grateful that his grip loosens slightly. The pain eases and allows her to melt into him much more comfortably, mother and son staying lock in silent embrace for some time. A mother holding her son… a son holding onto his lost mother… emotions choke the words in her throat and tears slide freely from her eyes as she speaks, apologizing to Void as she holds onto him.

While she does not know the true extent of what absence has done to her son or what kind of life he has built without her, Eulogy hopes that he has found happiness, joy, love, and every other wish a mother has for their child. Suddenly, a dark part of her worries that her presence might break apart whatever he has, that her reappearance will be an abrupt, unwanted hindrance on his life and maybe she should have just stayed gone.

However, as he speaks, saying he thought she was dead and that they had lost her, the older woman knows that has done the right thing by coming and all her doubt melts away. As Void cries, Eulogy softly shushes him, like he is a child, crying because the darkness scares him, and says, “Oh, Void. Oh, my handsome, son. I promise you that I am not dead but, I was lost.”

Wrapping her arms, a little tighter around her son, the smaller woman says, “I’m here now. I am here.” The words are said to ground him as much as they are for her. Life has changed and Eulogy wishes to adapt with it. Softly she goes on, saying, “And I want to be near you. And Spirit. And Gloom. I love you Void. I never want to leave any of you again.” Her breath hitches as she waits to hear what he has to say.


"Eulogy Destruction"