𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

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Everything remained the same way as before. The sky was still covered with clouds that threatened with imminent rain that in the end might never come. The number of inhabitants in the village remained practically the same, maybe one more or one more, but no stratospheric change.

However, things had changed. People had grown in age, some places might have been built or repaired. But the most important thing for Rêverie was that she was no longer there. Keira was no longer teaching them things, no longer cooking for them, no longer with them.

Rêverie looked at the house in front of her —except for the weeds and the dust inside— everything was the same. The furniture was still in the same place where they had left it, the walls still had little pictures, still had papers and photos hanging on them.

Her room still had the wall of pictures that she had promised as a little girl to fill and overflow in front of Keira. The beds were still the size of pre-adolescent children. The only larger bed was Keira's, in which they could all sleep together and cuddle.

“Yet… everything is cold and distant now.”

Memories flooded her mind as she looked around every corner, that house was full of joy, only happy moments... Except for Keira's last moment of life in the middle of the living room. The blood flowed from her body lying on the floor and formed a big puddle, that day it was just the two of them. Keira's warm touch had soon turned cold. No matter how much she screamed and begged, she did not open her eyes again.

R-Rêverie... D-Do you know why I chose this name for you? I-It's because... from the moment I... took you in... everything started to seem like a dream... a very pretty one... I was able to find my little brother and... make our little family bigger... It was all thanks to you, Rêverie. D-Do n-never for…

“Erie, we have to go or we're gonna be late,” warned a black-haired man with Asian features, tapping her shoulder.

“I know. You can go first. I'll catch up with you,” she replied without looking at him.

“Don't be late.”

The man watched Rêverie's figure from behind for a few seconds before sighing and walking away. Leaving the past behind was not easy, especially for her.

“I'm sure you're disappointed now. Seeing what I've become…” she laughed softly with pain in her eyes.

She doubted Keira would be pleased to see how cruel she had become.

With a simple wave of her hands, she brushed away the weeds and dust from the place. It looked exactly the same as it did fourteen years ago, except for the fact that it would no longer be able to simply hold happy memories.

The center of the room was clean, no body, no pool of blood. But still her eyes couldn't look away from the place, time had passed faster than she had expected.

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