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There's a poisonous feeling that crawled in her throat when Mia thought of her family. At the mention or thought of their names, her throat burned white hot fury, like someone was shoving an iron down her throat. The poison coated her tongue and the toxins ached her stomach. In another world, she is a little girl sitting in her living room with her family, her mother laughing and her father smiling, and her brother and sister playing on the floor, and she's watching them with crystal clear eyes. In another universe, her hands are allowed to be hers.
But she is trapped inside the bubble of her own regret, inside like splinters stuck under skin. Stuck in the dark of night like an angel in exile. Her hands tremble as she tries to remember the moments she shared with her family before her life turned into a tragedy. In her dreams, she remembers her father's laugh as he watches tv with his daughters curled into his sides. She remembers her mother's smile as Lucas shows her a drawing he made of her. Remembers Paris crying because she lost her favorite toy and their father helps her look for it. Remembers Lucas coming into her room at night because he can't sleep and he just wants to talk. So many sleepless nights. Mia regretted ever taking them for granted.
Now, the memories are a stampede in her heart and she over and over tried to pick her bones up from the floor and sew them back into the body of the girl she used to be, a girl who always woke up smiling and sat at the dinner table with her family, talking about what happened at school. Now, Mia runs from the ghosts within her that try to tear her apart at the seams. She wonders how many times she has died in the night only to wake up the next morning in more pain that she was in the night before. If Mia had known a piece of her was going to die from the loss of all her family, she would have never forgotten to always be kind in her short years of living because that's what her mother always told her; kindness is the most powerful strength you can produce.
Seeing Judith alive and healthy ripped open the stitches in her wrists, letting the ghosts that haunt her roam free. Her chest was a wall of fire and her heart was set to flames. They spent so much time thinking the baby girl was dead and Mia hated the world for ripping away another innocent life. But she was here and she was alive, and the Grimes family felt harmonious as they sprinted towards Tyreese and the baby.
Mia watched with teary eyes as Rick clutched his daughter in his arms and Carl's water colored eyes sighed in relief, now full of love as he talked to his sister that he spent so much time grieving over. She watched as Sasha cried as she hugged her brother and she couldn't help but think of her own brother. A tear slipped down her dirt and blood stained cheek, and then another.
Maggie pulled her close and Mia's arms went around her thin waist. It was the comfort of a mother, of a woman who was a sister herself, a woman who was in pain of not having her own sister with her. But she loved the girl she was holding tightly in her arms and she understood the eminence pain she was feeling.
