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One shone like the golden hue of sunrise, the crisp autumn leaves, the comfort of home.
One was as brilliant as moonlight on a winter's eve, the glint of well-polished silver, a pearl at midnight.
One's son a reflection of warmth and light; the other's of cool darkness.
One, reminiscent of the beauty of motherhood and the sweetness of youth, of passion, and of innocence in death.
One speaks of self-reflection, of awareness, of forgiveness.
Qualities irreconcilable; two sides of the same coin. Two hearts who loved nothing more than their sons.
Lily died too young; the fire in her was her last gift to her son, her devotion saving his life.
Narcissa loved but her son; knowing the stakes saved the other's son and in that, saved hers.
Beauty is in the sacrifice, in the choice, in life, and in death.