The words of "mother" were like the final judgment, shattering the last bit of luck in Teresa's heart.
The truth, like a dull knife, slowly sliced through Teresa's heart, halting her once tumultuous sobbing.
"…"
Her eyes widened as she stared dazedly at the "mother" before her, tears clinging to her lashes, yet forgotten to continue falling.
She was afraid.
Not because of the fear of "mother's" identity, but because of a deep, tearing sadness.
Teresa was scared, scared of... losing her again.
Obviously, she never had her.
Obviously, she had only possessed her for a few months within a dream.
Obviously…
"Mom... Mom?"
Teresa's voice was terribly hoarse, each word squeezed out from her throat.
She reached out, wanting to touch the face of the person in front, yet just when her fingertips were about to touch the skin, she suddenly retracted them.
"You..."
