[Luz lowered her head, letting out a soft whimper. She had to be honest with herself: the past few months, while she'd found a new family and been happier, had also reminded her there were things she left behind. There was no way she could forget Eda, who had been there for her in the Boiling Isles and in Deerington, who held her hand and had kept her from breaking down when she was close to death. She even dreamed seeing her HERE, come out fresh from the water, only to wake up and find it a dream. There was Margot, who she knew would never be as she was. There was her friends, Gus and Willow, who she missed desperately, and King, the first basic sibling she ever had. There was Amity, who Luz definitely did not think about more than she should, wondering what would have happened between them if she'd gone back.

And there was her mother, her own flesh and blood, who she missed every single day, no matter what she told herself. No matter what happened, she still kept her picture, still thought of her voice and it kept her going].

I miss them. I miss. All of them. And I know its selfish, but I can still see them in my dreams, going on. Without me.