In death, Jericho always tried to watch over Anaya when she could. The air around her was always cold and blurry, the area around her being indistinguishable. Other blurry figures out in the distance, also wandering aimlessly through the voidless area around them. Her own body was only just a mere concept of the life she once lived on earth. Was this her personal hell?
But that day, that fateful day when Lady Akeno pulled her out of nothing, gave her this chance. The very woman that took her life has given it back to her once again. As she stared into her shared brown eyes of her sweet girl. Her Anaya.
“Mama,” Anaya breathed out, her eyes watering as she pulled her into a hug. The gentle pressure around her shoulders and neck is a warm presence to her once cold body. Jericho wrapped her arms around her, her palm cupping the back of her head. Deja vu hit Jericho like a tidal wave, reminded of the image of her once 3 year old Anaya in her arms just like this. She may be older and taller, but some things never changed.
“It has been a long time, Anaya. I see Shoko did a good job,” Jericho said softly and there was silence for a few moments. The two of them hugged each other tight, slowly swaying back and forth. Anaya’s body began to shake and Jericho felt tears hitting her neck.
“I missed you, mama. I’m so glad you’re home.”
