It didn't matter how I felt about it, how the fury ran out of me the moment I cut ties with my son for the second time, for the last time. How my heart went with that cruelest of gestures, crumbled to dust in my chest. When I'd left him to join the drach it had been for his good, at least from what I'd told myself at the time. To protect him, his sister. Myself from the hurt I'd accrued. And I guess I never truly believed I'd never see him again. He'd been there, at home, waiting for the day maybe I could figure out a way to go back. And that was just what happened.
This time? This felt like forever. Was forever. Just the fact I had no choice made it all the harder to swallow. Stubborn, caustic, bullheaded Sydlynn Hayle. Creator made me this way. I would blame Her for as long as I lived.
However long that ended up being.