Lust: Faintest shade of love
His fists clenched at his sides, a silent vow forming in his mind to protect his mother at all costs, to shield her from the darkness that threatened to consume them both.
Deliah's voice, soft and trembling, broke through the silence like a whisper in the wind. "Do you love your Mama, my Sile?" she asked, her hand tracing soothing circles down his back. The tenderness in her touch washed over him like a gentle wave, easing the tension that knotted his muscles.
Silas looked into his mother's eyes, the depth of his love mirrored in the shimmering pools of her own. "With all my heart, Mama," he whispered, his voice filled with unwavering devotion. “I do… I love you Mama.”
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