My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Peter felt as if time had stopped. He rested his cheek again Aria’s fread, holding her tightly. He saw out of the corner of his eye how everyone else had quietly left the room, but it didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered. He felt good for the first time in a long time wrapped in the arms of this wornar.

He had never spoken about it, but he had always had the same dream. A silhouette of a woman would appear, but his mind played tricks on him. He used to think his subconselous was bringing back memories of someone, maybe Mary and what they had lived through. But no… this feeling was different.

And then, when he finally heard the woman in his arms call him son, it was as if a shock of energy ran through his entire body. That single word confirmed what he had somehow always known–she was the woman from his dreams. No one else. He was sure of it now. He had been seeing her his whole life. He didn’t remember when the dreams had started, but now, his scattered memories told m that even as a child, she had always been there.

“Mom…”

Peter wiped his tears and looked at the beautiful woman with the sad eyes. He pulled her close again, inhaled her scent, kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her hands–desperate, longing. She was the woman who had always been in his dreams. He knew he wasn’t crazy. She had always been there, unseen but waiting.

“P–Peter… my son…” Aria stammered, barely able to form words.

She could only look at him, mesmerized. He was the spitting image of Leonardo–the man she had known, the man who had been her first love. She had never known the monster he had become. To her, Leonardo had been nothing but her first and only love. And now, seeing her son, seeing that she had never truly lost him, knowing that he had been waiting for her too… It brought back a peace that had been stolen from her so many years ago.

Aria caressed his face with her thin hands, tracing every inch. He was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. His long, thick eyelashes–he had gotten those from her. His dark hair was hers too. Even a small, distinct mole near his ear -it was exactly like hers.

“Peter… You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. I should never have trusted my father. I should never have gone to that cursed place. I lost you. I wasn’t strong enough to protect you. I thought your grandfather would never hurt us. But I was wrong… I was so wrong! It was all my fault!” she cried, her voice full of pain and regret.

“No! No, Mom! It wasn’t your fault! No! People can be cruel you couldn’t have known what would happen,‘ Peter said, falling to his knees so he could be at her height.

Like a child, he clung to her waist, looking up at her.

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dreams. I could never see your face, but I knew you had to be important because you were always there. Don’t think I blame you.

Aria

she had carried inside her, the little life that had kicked her from within. That tiny soul who had moved in response

are my baby, my child… I have always loved you.

Aria whispered, pulling his head against her

rhythm of her heartbeat. A deep sense of peace washed over him, something he had never felt before. It was as if he recognized that sound. As if he had

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want you to cry anymore. I want you to tell me what have you done all these years? Tell me everything tell me about your life,” Peter asked, eager to hear her

gaze. She had no real life to tell him about. Her life had stopped when she lost him. It had only truly begun again when she took control of her own fate.

asked, gently lifting her chin so she would meet

son… There’s not much to

You must have

my life didn’t change. I stayed at the convent for years, devoted my life to prayer. Your grandfather left me there. I had no control over

for me. But every time he got close, my father moved me

for years, my son. Your father never stopped looking. And then, one day, he finally found

old. He said you had already been dead for

you were

Mom! You