She saw him for the shortest time.
Obsidian hair, pale skin, small stature.
His crimson eyes bore into hers.
She didn't approach him at first.
She feared he did not recognise her.
But then he ran to her, held her tightly.
It took everything to keep herself together then.
They'd told him that she abandoned him.
That she never once loved him.
He didn't believe them.
But their time together was short.
His eyes were sad as his mother led him away.
He called out once or twice for his sister.
She could only stand watch.
