Book 1, Chapter 6; Passerby
It was a chance encounter if one could even call it that. She passed him on the streets, and though he had changed and went by a different name, cut bonds or not, she would always be able to recognize those deep blue eyes, as rich as the sea. (They used to have this spark of life, even after their mother’s passing, she recalled, but now they were different. Dull.)
Neither, however, acknowledged the other. She was sure he recognized her, he always had. She assumed he didn’t want to show it just as she hid her recognition.
If one had asked her if she were hurt by what one could view as a rejection, by refusing to acknowledge the other, she would deny it. They both had disowned the other, and that was that. (She continued to ignore that painful tug of her heart. He abandoned her, she reasoned to herself silently. But blood runs thicker than water, and family can never truly be forgotten.)
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