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That's when she knows. That's when the penny drops.
Though she's more grown-up now, she feels like the small kid, she once was, again. So she knows what to do, this is familiar in a way that it is traumatic.
Swallowing down the pain, she eats it up into her belly and puts an expressionless face on, hardened eyes and lips in a thin line.
Inadequate. Ahri remembers what she promised herself. And promises can't be broken now, can they?
The emotions on the older woman's face are not easily hidden on her aging face. Her pain is evident in the crease of her lovely brow and the down-curve of her full lips.
But her eyes, her eyes show her soul. They are a deep pool of restless gold, an ocean of hopeless grief.
Yet her daughter doesn't waste a thought of even gazing at her mother's eyes, too afraid to be drowned in the ocean of hers.
Too afraid that the ocean will turn into a desert and leave her full of thirst like it once was.
While averting her mother's eyes, she spits out in a low tone, "What are you doing here?"
Her mother refuses to look away, even as her lips tremble and her shoulders heave with emotion, unwilling to back down.
Dark lashes brim heavy with tears; her hands clench into shaking fists, in a desperate battle against the grief.
She wears a face like she's expecting love from her daughter, love that, actually, ceases to exist.
All Ahri has for her is an averted gaze and a stone-cold face, just like Mrs. Kim had for her four years ago. Her mother would've never thought that the roles would be switched like that.
