Dolion's voice trembled as he called out, "Mother..." The frail woman refocused her gaze, a faint smile on her lips. "You're here," she whispered, her blue hair dull and lifeless, her eyes lacking their usual sparkle.Dolion knelt beside her bed, holding her hands in his. He didn't dare speak, his red eyes locked onto hers, filled with a deep-seated guilt. He felt like a failure, a constant reminder of the pain and longing she endured.He couldn't utter a word because choosing his next word would sound hypocritical. Asking how she was, when he knew she wasn't fine or asking where she was hurting when he knew, what and who was hurting her the most. His mother's hand caressed his, a comforting touch. "Your eyes... you didn't take the potion I made for you," she said, disappointment etched on her face. Dolion felt a pang in his chest; he hated his bright red eyes, a constant reminder of his cursed existence. An existence that hurt and made hi
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