Dream

Moving On and Moving In

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It was like a dream. 

Mia's breath misted against the freezing windowpane as she stared out at the unfamiliar streets of her father's new town. Winter had painted the world in shades of white and gray, and the skeletal branches of the trees reached out like gnarled fingers, attempting to grasp at the leaden sky above. Snowflakes danced lazily in the air, swirling and twirling in a melancholy ballet.

Her fathers old honda civic, that was 'well loved' to say the least, rumbled along the slush-covered road, tires crunching over patches of ice. Mia hugged her arms around her puffy jacket, seeking warmth in the chill of the frigid December air. The landscape faded past her, a blur of muted colours and unknown buildings.

The car turned onto her fathers street. She had never been but her father had been telling her about it on the drive there. Mia's heart clenched in her chest. The houses there all looked the same—cookie-cutter replicas of each other, with neatly trimmed lawns and identical picket fences. But there was something about her fathers house....the unsettling way about how its windows stared at her like vacant eyes.

The car pulled up to the curb, and Mia's dad killed the engine with a sigh. He turned to her, his eyes tired and bloodshot behind his wire-rimmed glasses.

"Here we are," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion.

Mia nodded mutely, her throat tight with unspoken words. She opened the car door and stepped out onto the frozen pavement, the icy wind biting at her exposed skin. She grabbed her backpack and suitcase from the trunk, the weight of them dragging her down like anchors.

The front door creaked open as Mia approached, revealing the dimly lit interior of the house. The air inside was heavy with the scent of neglect— cigarette smoke and old newspapers mingling with the musty aroma of stale furniture.

Her dad stood in the doorway, a sad smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Welcome home," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

Mia forced a smile in return, her heart heavy with the weight of everything left unsaid. She trudged up the steps and crossed the threshold into the house, the floorboards groaning beneath her weight.

Upstairs, Mia's new room awaited her—a sanctuary of faded wallpaper and mismatched furniture. The window overlooked the backyard, where a lone swing swayed gently in the breeze, its chains creaking in protest.

Mia set her suitcase down with a sigh and flopped onto the bed, the springs groaning in protest beneath her. She closed her eyes and let the silence wash over her, a balm to her weary soul.

As Mia lay on the bed, the shadows in the room lengthened, casting strange shapes across the walls. She listened to the muffled sounds of her dad moving about downstairs, the clatter of dishes and the murmur of the TV seeping through the floorboards.

Pulling her jacket tighter around her, Mia rolled onto her side and stared out the window. The sky outside was a canvas of muted grays and blues, streaked with wisps of cloud that seemed to stretch on forever. A lone bird perched on a nearby branch, its feathers ruffled by the cold wind.The emptiness of the room pressed in on Mia, suffocating her with its silence. She longed for the familiar chaos of her old bedroom—the posters plastered on the walls, the clutter of art supplies strewn across the floor. But here, in this strange new place, she felt adrift, like a ship without a compass.

Closing her eyes, Mia tried to push away the memories that threatened to engulf her. She thought of her mom, alone in their old house, surrounded by the shattered remnants of a life that had once been whole. She thought of her friends, their laughter echoing in her ears like a distant melody.

But most of all, Mia thought of herself—of the girl she used to be, and the girl she hoped to become. She felt the weight of her father's expectations pressing down on her, a heavy burden that threatened to crush her spirit. Squeezing her eyes shut, Mia made a silent vow to herself. She would not let this place define her. She would not let her parents' divorce tear her apart. She would find a way to pick up the pieces and start anew, no matter how impossible it seemed.With that thought in mind, Mia drifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with visions of a future yet unwritten, a future waiting to be shaped by her own two hands.And as she slept, the world outside continued to spin, oblivious to the quiet revolution taking place within the walls of her father's house. 

For the first time to her...two months would feel like 2 years....

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[A/N: Hey there! I got bored and thought of an AMAZING idea for a story. So here it is. Hope you enjoy this very sad tale. Love yall, and thanks for reading <3 Edit: hey i fixed some errors with timeline shit and continuity errors]