Dream

Shadows in the Darkness

The car ride home felt like a journey through a fog of uncertainty, the passing streetlights casting fleeting shadows across Mia's face as she stared out of the window. Each familiar landmark blurred into the next, a disorienting whirlwind of memories and emotions.

Inside the car, the air hung heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Mia's fingers fidgeted nervously in her lap as she struggled to find the right words to break the suffocating silence that had settled between her and her dad.

When they finally arrived at their new home, Mia's heart sank at the sight of the unfamiliar house looming before her—a stark reminder of the life she had left behind just a few days ago. She followed her dad inside, her steps hesitant as they echoed through the empty rooms.

In her new room, Mia stood amidst the chaos of half-unpacked boxes, feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty. The clothes in her suitcase felt out of place against the unfamiliar backdrop, their fabric rough and foreign against her skin.

With a heavy sigh, Mia sank onto the edge of her bed, her gaze drawn to the stack of old photos scattered on her bedside table. Among them, she found a picture of her and her mom—a snapshot of happier times, before the divorce and the distance had torn their family apart.

Mia's fingers grazed over the image, tracing the contours of her mother's face with a sense of longing and regret. She missed her mom more than words could express, the ache of their separation still fresh in her heart.

As tears welled up in her eyes, Mia allowed herself to surrender to the weight of her grief—to mourn for the life she had left behind and the uncertain future that lay ahead. She cried for the loss of her old home, for the distance that now separated her from her mom, and for the shattered fragments of the life she had once known.

And as the tears stained her cheeks and the darkness closed in around her, Mia couldn't help but wonder if she would ever find a way to reconcile the pieces of her fractured heart.

But for now, all she could do was let herself feel—let herself mourn for the life she had left behind and the uncertain future that lay ahead.

And so she sat, lost in a sea of memories and emotions, the echoes of departure haunting her every breath as she surrendered herself to the darkness of the night.

The night stretched on, the silence of the house broken only by the occasional creak of floorboards and the distant hum of passing cars. Mia lay in bed, her thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions as she wrestled with the weight of her grief and uncertainty.

Outside, the world was cloaked in darkness, the stars obscured by the heavy blanket of clouds that hung low in the sky. Mia stared out of the window, her gaze unfocused as she searched for solace in the stillness of the night.

In the darkness, memories flickered like distant stars, each one a painful reminder of everything she had lost. She thought of her mom—her laughter, her warmth, her unwavering love—and the ache in her chest threatened to consume her whole.

With a heavy heart, Mia reached for her phone, her fingers trembling as she scrolled through the messages from her mom. Each word was a lifeline in the darkness, a fragile thread connecting Mia to the woman she loved more than anything in the world.

As she read through their conversations, Mia couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for the comfort of her mother's voice—a longing that echoed in the depths of her soul, a reminder of everything she had left behind.

And as the tears fell, Mia allowed herself to surrender to the weight of her grief—to mourn for the life she had lost and the uncertainty of the future that lay ahead. She cried for the distance that now separated her from her mom, for the loneliness that threatened to consume her whole, and for the shattered fragments of the life she had once known.

In the darkness of her new home, Mia felt the weight of her sorrow pressing in on all sides, threatening to suffocate her with its suffocating embrace. She curled into herself, seeking solace in the warmth of her own embrace as she surrendered to the darkness.

And as she drifted into sleep, Mia clung to the memories of her mother—her laughter, her warmth, her unwavering love—as if they were the only lifeline in a world consumed by shadows.

[a/n love ya goobers]