Despite the lingering ache in my heart, I make up the courage to go and buy a new phone, letting go of my frustrations of losing it in the first place. I take solace in knowing I did sync a backup not long ago on the cloud so at least everything could be back to a normal.
After what it felt like too much procrastination I finally decided to throw the luggage on the bed and overflow it with all the necessary and unnecessary things I might need back home for the holidays.
As the plane touches down in the familiar bustle of the city, the crisp December air wraps around me, a stark contrast to the chill I left behind in New York. The scent of pine and distant carols fills the air, the festive atmosphere seeping into my weary soul and offering a glimmer of comfort.
Arriving at my childhood home, the familiar sights and sounds greet me, enveloping me in a sense of nostalgia and familiarity. My mom rushes to welcome me, her embrace a soothing balm to the emotional tumult that has consumed me in recent days. The warmth of the hearth and the scent of freshly baked cookies draw me into the heart of our home.
My mom eyes me mischievously as she places a cup of coffee before me. "Now," she says, her smile hinting at some hidden secret. "Tell me who is the person whose blame it is." She states and I burst out laughing looking at my lunatic mother.
"What?" my confusion fills the room's atmosphere and she giggles looking at me.
"You think I wouldn't notice?" My mom asks not letting out too much.
"I swear I have no idea what delusion has come over you." I squint my eyes smiling confused. "What is in these cookies?" I take a cookie and smell it like I am from DEA department.
My mom lets out a disappointed sigh, her supposed detective skills falling short. "You look different from the last time I saw you. I just thought you might have met someone."
"Nope. there's no one. No guy, no girl, no one new in my life." I say and I get the feeling like my mom is disappointed with her detective skills. "Amber, on the other hand, she's awfully in love with the girl she recently met." I smile letting her know at least one of us has an interesting love life.
"She is? Oh that is such good news. How did they meet?" My mom asks reminding me how much of a sucker for love stories she is.
"At a cafe. She said she might've met the love of her life." I smile and my mom asks for more details. "It was early in the morning, she was on her way to work and Amber found Claire reading a book there and she spiked up the conversation and apparently they vibed so much she actually brought Claire to LA." I say and as I speak I realize I made a mistake in the story as it couldn't have been early in the morning, Little Collins is not even near on Amber's way to her workplace.
"So how does this work? You buy me coffee but wouldn't sit at the same table as me?" I hear my voice in the back of my mind and it's accompanied by the feeling of morning air.
"You didn't ask for the coffee. I was not sure you'd want me to sit at the same table as you. I was just respecting your space." A manly voice follows mine and it feels so familiar yet unrecognizable"Would you like me sitting next to you?" The voice continues and in the same instance, it disappears.
"Y/n?" My mom calls me trying to get my attention as I ponder, my mind grasping for a face, a name, anything to anchor the disembodied voice to a tangible memory. Yet, the more I strain to recollect, the more the details elude me. Was it a dream? A fragment of my imagination conjured by the emotional whirlwind I've been experiencing lately?
I shake my head, attempting to dispel the confusion, to dismiss the fleeting memory as an inconsequential figment of my mind's wandering. I go back into our conversation like nothing happened.
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Into the Multiverse || Marvel
Storie d'amoreY/n, a full time Marvel fan, has always been fascinated with the MCU. But what if she gets to be part of that world? What if the Multiverse is real? Follow the story of a girl in her 20s as she gets to experience the Marvel world in her skin and f...
