𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌 // (𝐑.𝐂)

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(madison's pov)

Sometimes something catastrophic can occur in a split second, and that second's consequences change a person's life forever. I understood the hard way that our biggest mistake, as the most intelligent species, is thinking that there can be an antidote for uncertainty.

In 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 a marriage ends.

In 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 someone looses somone they love.

In 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 a child dissapears.

In 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 someone discovers they have a terminal illness.

In 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 someone dies.

In 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 someone's life drastically changes.

A lot can happen in 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝, and sadly, the human kind likes to believe that the second our whole life falls apart, or changes radically, won't come. It's either because it "only happens to others", or because we have "a lot of work" and therefore we can't even bare to think about "that type of things", and sometimes it's simply because we must go around life being "positive". Let me just tell you this, positivity isn't going to stop bad things from happening. The truth is that we make up excuses and decide not to think about that 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝, we ignore it and choose not to give it any attention. But that 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 eventually comes, it always does.

It can be now or in ten years, but eventually it will come your way. And when it does, you're going to wish you spent more time thinking about what the actual fuck you should do once that 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 passes and destroys everything you've built.

At least, I wish I did.

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"It's going to be ok, it's a big change but you'll have Kiara and her parents there with you." My mom says looking worriedly at me, she's trying to pull her brave face on for me, but I can see right trough her.

Same with my father, who has barely even said a word.

"It's fine mom, I'm actually excited to see Kiara." I lie and give her a fake small smile.

There's nothing wrong with Kie, she's great (at least from what I can remember). And a part of me is indeed kind of excited to see her again, but the last thing I wanted to do was to move out of my house after everything. And, somehow, that's exactly what happened. Worse, I'm going to live in a place that I've barely been, full of people that I've never seen, and with a cousin that I barely remember.

There's not a massive reason behind me not remembering Kiara, just the normal: family gets mad, people stop talking with each other, shit happens, people are forced to talk again, family becomes more like family once again.

Before the fights, Kiara and I used to get along really good, she was one of my best friends and I was hers. But in life something that you have no control over, always happens. Neither of us had any control over what happened, we just got caught up in the middle. We kept contact as much as we could, but eventually the daily phone calls turned into weekly, then monthly, and lastly yearly. To be honest I don't remember the last time I spoke to Kiara anymore, which is honestly just sad. I hate how family, that is supposed to be the only thing that truly stays together through it all, sometimes is the reason why innocent family members are torn apart.