the-mills-prodigy:

reginamills-yourqueen:

“You are too sweet, dear,” she chuckled, a warm smile spreading across her face. She tried to fight it. But, quickly just shook her head, still smiling. She was proud of her and nothing was going to change that. “And, neither have you. I’m proud of you,” she almost cooed, her features softening as she put a hand on her shoulder. 

Having her mother so close, once again, brought an indescribable sense of relief to Elizabeth - it washed over her, like the warmth of the sun after a seemingly endless storm. This was what home felt like, she remembered. This was what she had been missing for so long, yet always found its way to her. “I’ve tried, to be like you. Strong.”

Biting down on her lip, she suppressed a meek smile. “What’s this town called?” She asks, breaking her gaze away to look over the scene around her, noting the minuscule size and the immense lack of wanderers. 

“And you’ve done so well,” she complimented, lightly stroking her cheek with her palm. She knew this moment was becoming too gushy, but she couldn’t help herself. They had been separated for too long. “Elizabeth? Do you really think we can pick up the pieces? I want to be good for you, dear,” she smiled, trying once again not to cry.