I still couldn't believe my eyes. I was staring at my mother. I hadn't seen her since the day she left, not even in my dreams, yet she was standing right there, smiling at me. I wiped my eyes for the sixth time and she was still there, they both were.Mum chuckled and spread out her hands. "Well," she said whimsically, "don't I get a hug?" Her words snapped me out of it and I laughed, springing to my feet. I threw away caution and hesitation and ran into her arms. My body shuddered when I embraced her. She was cold, not as warm as she used to be. It made my inner voice scream with agitation, but I didn't care. Even if it was a trap, I was more than willing to fall into it as long as I remained in her embrace."Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you," she whispered."I'm so sorry, Mum. I'm sorry for everything I said before you left. I'm sorry I didn't tell you a proper goodbye. I'm sorry for how I acted and I'm sorry for pushing you to your death—""Stop it, Sapphire, don't say that,"
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