“Mom” had never been real to Sam until this very moment. This was Mom from the night of her death and flames still flickered on the edge of Sam’s vision even though the fire around her was gone. He wanted to say he remembered her, remembered her yellow hair, her brilliant eyes, her sadly sweet smile. But he couldn’t-because he really didn’t.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, too,” he wanted to say, sorry I don’t remember you, sorry I don’t want to spend the rest of my life chasing the thing that killed you, sorry I don’t know you enough to need vengeance for you.
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“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, too,” he wanted to say, sorry I don’t remember you, sorry I don’t want to spend the rest of my life chasing the thing that killed you, sorry I don’t know you enough to need vengeance for you.
Why would his mother say she was sorry to him?
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Thanks for encouraging me to take a prompt!
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Huh, you found me over here. Are you stalking me?
I did a lot of these quotefics--the first two batches are grouped as collections on my lj masterpost.
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