On One Side of the World

"You're lucky, you were born because mother loved your's." He murmurs; daringly ducking down and planting a kiss on her forehead. He won't see her again, he bets. Maybe when she's older, though...maybe she'll have magic. It's a wish he knows, but it's so much easier to dream at twelve than to accept the truth. One-Shot. Prelude. Companion to We Can Begin the World All Over Again.