Near a small, quiet lake, rippling under the gentle breeze, we could see Anos and Isabella Ruth holding each other as if afraid the world might pull them apart again.
"Anos…" Isabella whispered softly, her son's head resting against her bosom, her hand absently stroking through his hair.
"Mm… Mother," Anos murmured, tilting his head up, locking his deep reddish-black eyes with hers.
For a moment, Isabella only stared, her chest tightening. I know very well how he feels right now… The thought pierced her, leaving her troubled.
Celestia Ruth foresaw this. She knew… and still, she chose to vanish, just so I could have this time with him. Isabella's heart ached as she released a small sigh.
"Mother?" Anos's confused voice tugged her back from her spiraling thoughts.
"Ah—yes… Follow me." Isabella managed, standing and gently tugging his hand as they walked toward the shimmering waters of the lake.
