𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙫𝙖𝙨 • 𝙚𝙣𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙣 + 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣

𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿

𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙚. 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞'𝙢 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛.

𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙩 - 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠

When the young mother and child finished eating the cream soup for lunch, she started cleaning the mess on the table but was stopped by the young boy. She was confused about his behavior until he pointed at the second floor of this cabin. "What are you doing?" She asked the little boy who only brought out another bowl from the cabinet with a wooden spoon.

"You still haven't brought Papa's food upstairs," he said as she closed the running water of the sink and patted down the excess liquid to the apron over her dress. "Well, maybe you could bring it to your father while I prepare the soup for you?" She asked the young boy to his eye level and when she noticed that the young boy's brows were creased and pout evident to his face.

And she noticed as the weather started going absurd when the bright blue skies soon darkened and clouds turned into large ones with thunder threatening to unleash showers of rain above the flowery meadow. She soon locked her hazel brown eyes with a dash of green tint to other hazel ones, and she noticed that tears were on the verge of falling down from the young child.

The young mother panicked as she quickly bent over to his eye level, wiped away the stray tears in his cheeks, and pecked him on his forehead. "Shush now, darling. I'll come over to your father right now, okay?" Those words seemed to be a trigger since the weather outside turned normal as if the whole catastrophe of the disturbance in the weather was never there.

All the suspicions in her head disappeared slowly as she saw the gummy smile of the young child. There was no actual way that this little child in front of her was the one involved in this place. While the young mother dismissed her suspicions of the child, she went back to the kitchen to grab another clean bowl, poured in the creamy soup, plated with a wooden spoon in a tray.

"Where is your father's room?" She asked the young child who only giggled and guided her to the wooden stairs that somehow look familiar to her. There were frames after frames in every step she took, and in those pictures was an odd occurrence with the way the figures on those photos were blurry, and no matter how much she wiped her eyes off grimes and dust, it was still there.

And the peculiar part was that there were seven figures of children smiling in? the photo, but in this old cabin, there was only one child that she encountered. Before she took off from the last step of the stairs, she once again saw the sad gaze of the young child to her; as if he was reminiscing about his memories.

There was a creak from every step she took from the old hallways with a few Victorian paintings on the old wooden walls. Her eyes soon fixated to the bunny etchings on the wooden door with an elaborate golden doorknob - a very familiar one. "Hello?" She asked before knocking on the door, and she heard some shuffling sounds from the other side with it opening to reveal a rather handsome face which was filled with tears rolling down his cheeks.

When she hadn't gotten a response, an urge to come over to the room suddenly struck her, and once again, her body wouldn't follow her instructions and moved on its own. She unwillingly moved her body to the messy bed with the blanket on the floor, crinkled and looked like it hadn't been washed a long time ago. "It stinks here. How many times have I told you guys to always keep our home clean?"

Times? She hadn't spent days in here, but her body indicated that she indeed occupied a body - that wasn't hers. "Why are you standing there doing nothing? Go tell your child to grab the broom and start cleaning," she instructed as she finally got control over her body. It was decided, she knew that something would happen to her if they knew the truth, and it was better for her to take care of this body's family while she was here.

And she looked over to the young man whose eyes watered down and tears flowing down his cheeks. He noticed her worried eyes, and a trembling grin was all he could give to her. Weird. "Yes, darling. I'll do everything for you," he said as he took one look again from her and took off the door.

"It seems like this body had a very attached family to her," she mumbled as she placed the wooden tray to the bedside table, noticing the picture frame of the same man a while ago, and her. They were dressed in wedding attire with their gazes fixated towards their eyes, a smile on their lips, and their hands intertwined against each other.

And then she heard the door opening to reveal the hesitant face of the same man in the photo, peeking his head from the wooden door. She placed down the picture frame back to the bedside table, walked to the man with her eyes filled with tears she hadn't known the reason why, and stood in front of him.

He only smiled at her as his hands smoothed down her hair, and with a white hair tie in his wrist, he stood behind her back and started braiding her long wavy hair. Why is it that she felt as if this was an everyday occurrence? And her tears were like pounding boulders that piled in her cold guarded heart. "I miss you, darling."

Her heart fluttered once again, and she knew that this time, she was in control. Her hands trembled into a fist, and the tears on her eyes won't stop flowing down her cheeks. "Who am I?" He stopped his hands that were finishing up the simple braid to her hair, hugged her from the back, as she felt the warm tears staining the yellow sundress.

"You're my wife, Clara."