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The first thing she feels as she regains consciousness is cold. An all consuming and devastating cold. Yet her heart burns, like it was pulled apart and then stuck together into the fire of a forge.
She is numb, and the cold is only half of the reason why.
Her hair tickles her cheeks and stays stuck on her frozen tears. There are voices around her but they are so distant behind the veil of the white noise in her ears.
She barely feels her hand being lifted and squeezed into a slightly smaller one. One of her eyes cracks open, stiff like stone. Cherished silver fills her vision. The young woman in front of her talks but she can't hear. The other one crawls closer, embracing her, maybe tighter than she has ever been. The young woman whispers.
I cannot forgive you mother. Yet I know, I cannot stop loving you either.
She smiles, devastation imprinted on her body and soul. The young woman steps back and an older woman steps forward. He heart skips. Fierce and beautiful despite countless hardships, the woman warps her arms around her body and lifts her carefully, like she is made of glass. She might as well be, her body frozen so that a simple slip up might shatter her.
Might as well, indeed. Cocolia wonders why she is still alive last before she faints, exhausted far beyond the physical plane.
Familiar melodious hums accompany her as she slumbers.