I've made a mistake..

Chapter 10

Soph didn't realize how fast the day went.

She sat on her chair, crayon in hand while drawing whatever came to mind. she completely has forgotten about the dream she had in the morning within a few hours. 

She looked up to glance her bedroom window, looking at the sunset that was displayed on the sky. the bird chirped as it hopped over to her window, getting a full view on the sunset. Soph smiled and walked over to the window, ignoring her drawing that was incomplete.

Not that she cared if it was incomplete. 

She could finally make out the details of the sunset now that she was closer to the window. night was slowly coming as she could see the darker colors in the sky. 

"Birdy, this is my favorite time of day!" she exclaimed to the bird, who only chirped in reply. it hopped toward Soph's hand, which she gladly opened so it could set it's feet on her palm. she looked down at the bird and her smile only grew wider and looked back to the window, taking note of how the darker colors were dominating the light ones, meaning that the sun is now disappearing.

"Isn't it nice to see the sun set?" Soph asked, knowing full well that the bird won't answer but that wasn't important to her at the moment. "Papa would bring me outside to see the sunset and we'd talk. a bunch." she felt the bird hop around to turn and face her, being all quiet as if it was listening to her.

"..I wonder where Papa is now." she tilted her head to the side, still staring at the window. silence filled her bedroom, like if there was no one in the room but her. "I hope Papa is looking at the sunset." she sighed, breaking the silence. "I wouldn't want him to miss it. he says he likes the sunset." she swallowed hard and the bird chirped softly. 

A strange feeling came over as she continued staring. the feeling tickled her hands, before it went to her throat, making it all dry. the feeling was kind of overwhelming and she let out a sigh, walking away from the window and sat on her bed, letting the bird go while the feeling was still being present.

She never felt this before. this strange overwhelming feeling. she started to lay down, cuddling onto the pillow. her upper lip started to quiver and she felt the need to let out a cry. did she miss them that much? no, it must be normal, no child wouldn't miss their parents without feeling the need to hear their voices.

To feel them.

To see them.

Without even realizing, tears were already falling down, soaking her pillow. she let out a choked sob, curling into a ball as sobs shook her whole body. she tried to keep her sobs quiet so nobody would hear. honestly, it worked, she kept her eyes closed, letting the remaining tears fall. this.. was too overwhelming.

Well, the feeling was still there. her throat started to ache from her choked sobs. it might be a little early but maybe she can take a nap, to escape reality and the feeling as well.

Just a small nap.

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She opened her eyes and found a white rose in her hand, starting to wilt. she quickly sat up, panic starting to take over. she gently ran her thumb on one of the petals, walking around to find the perfect spot to set the rose down and grow some more.

..How exactly will she do that?

It isn't possible to just grow one out of the blue. she needs a seed, but she isn't sure if roses start as seeds. gardening was never really something she was passionate about. Soph finally found the perfect spot and gently placed the flower there, touching it's soft petal one last time before beginning her search for a seed.