The Love That Wasn't Enough | PEDRI

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Nailea walked out of Pedri's house, but instead of finding herself outside, she was standing in her parents' living room. She was confused, wondering how she could have ended up here.

She looked around and everything was just like she remembered growing up. The furniture, the pictures on the wall, the smell of her mom's cooking. But something was different. She felt an overwhelming sense of sadness and despair in the house she had always associated with happiness and warmth.

Nailea walks through the house, exploring each room. Everything was exactly as she remembered it, but the atmosphere was different. The air was heavy, and she felt like she was suffocating.

Nailea makes her way into the kitchen and saw her mom cooking. But when she looked at her mom's eyes, she noticed that something was wrong. Her eyes were puffy and red, and it looked like she hadn't slept for days.

Nailea knew that her mom was having a hard time. She could see the pain in her mom's eyes, and she knew that her mom was going through something difficult. She stood there for a moment, watching her mom cook, but her mom didn't even notice she was there.

Nailea knew that nobody would notice her, not even her mom. She decided to go to the dining room to see if her dad was there.

She saw her dad sitting alone at the table. There were a bunch of beer bottles on the table, some were empty while others were still unopened. Her dad looked up, but he didn't seem to register that she was there.

Nailea knew that her dad had been drinking, and she felt a sense of anger and frustration. She didn't understand why he was drinking so much, especially when her mom needed his help.

She stared at him for a moment, feeling a sense of sadness wash over her. She knew that her family was going through a difficult time, but she didn't know how to help.

"Dad, why are you drinking so much?" I ask, my voice shaking.

She wished that she could make everything better, but she knew that it wasn't that simple.

Nailea went into her old bedroom and sat on her bed, trying to make sense of what was happening. She remembered all the happy times she had spent in this room, but now it felt like a prison.

She realized that the house she had grown up in was no longer the same. It was filled with memories of the past, but those memories were now tainted with sadness and despair.

Nailea then noticed Victoria walk by. She stopped for a moment and looked inside, but Victoria didn't see her. Nailea watched as Victoria walked into the room and looked around.

Victoria saw a picture of the both of them on the wall and picked it up. She held the picture in her hands and sat down on the bed. Victoria started to cry.

"I miss you so much," Victoria said, her voice choked with tears. "I need you here with me."

Nailea wished that she could be there for her, but she didn't know what to say.

"I miss you too," I say softly, even though I knew she couldn't hear me.

Victoria continued to cry, holding onto the picture tightly. Nailea watched as Victoria poured out her heart, talking about how much everything has changed and how everyone misses her. Nailea wished that she could comfort her, but she knew that it wasn't that simple.

"I'll always be here for you," I whispered. "I love you."