Chasing Love (𝐆𝐱𝐆) [𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 1]

Mum, I'm home

  𝙼    𝚄    𝙼      𝙸 ' 𝙼       𝙷   𝙾   𝙼   𝙴  
           𝙰  𝚃      𝙻   𝙰   𝚂   𝚃 —

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Mon finally returns home.

After years of grappling with her inner demons, Mon finally finds her way back to her parents' sanctuary. 'Mum, I'm home,' she whispers, her voice a fragile thread barely reaching the open window. Mrs. Patricia, whose heart has been a relentless storm of worry, rushes to the gate. She finds her daughter standing there like a soldier wounded by an endless battle. Mon's eyes are hollow, shadows of the tears she has shed etched like permanent scars upon her weary face. She appears like a spectre, sick and utterly spent, each step a testament to the turmoil she has endured since her departure.

Mon moves forward with the tentative steps of someone navigating a minefield, each footfall a painful reminder of her struggles. The dried tears on her cheeks glisten like salt crystals under the fading twilight, a stark symbol of her enduring sorrow. As she nears her mother, she opens her arms, a gesture of surrender and a plea for solace. Mrs Patricia, her heartbreaking and mending all at once, wraps her daughter in her arms. In this embrace, Mon finds the only refuge she has ever known in this ruthless world. Mrs. Patricia's arms are not just limbs; they embody warmth, safety, and an unspoken promise of eternal protection.

Mon collapses into the softness of her mother's embrace, her strength crumbling like a sandcastle against the relentless tide. She sobs with the force of a lifetime's worth of uncried tears, her body shaking as if to expel the agony within. Mrs. Patricia holds the shattered pieces of her dream, the dream she nurtured with the love and care only a mother can provide. "Mum, I'll stay with you guys," Mon choked out between ragged breaths, her voice a raw whisper of desperation. "Please."

Mrs. Patricia, tears of joy mingling with those of sorrow, nods fervently. 'Yes, dear. Stay with us,' she murmurs, her voice a soothing lullaby. 'I'd love to take care of you.' As she gently caresses Mon's head, she feels the fragility of her daughter's spirit, a delicate bird with broken wings seeking peace in the nest it once fled.

I was utterly spent, my spirit frayed from the relentless battles I'd been waging. All I longed for was to slip into the sanctuary of sleep, free from the oppressive shadows that had clung to me for so long. My mother, ever the guardian of my well-being, gently guided me to my room. To my astonishment, it gleamed as if it had been lovingly tended to every day since I left. Of course, it was her. Who else could have poured so much love into maintaining this haven?

With a heavy heart, I set about purging the room of everything that bore the painful memories of Sam and Ivy. For now, at least, I needed a respite from their ghosts. Soon after, I sank into a warm bath, the familiar embrace of my bathtub providing a solace I had almost forgotten. It was pure bliss, the water washing away not just the dirt and grime, but the layers of hurt and exhaustion.

Finally, I slipped into my old bed, a cocoon of comfort and nostalgia. This bed had cradled my dreams since childhood, a silent witness to my hopes and fears. I prayed it would welcome me back, offering the same solace and sanctuary it always had.

'Mon came back?!'

Mon's father stood at the doorway, awe and relief playing across his features. Emotions, long buried, surged within him, a torrent of joy and sorrow intertwined. He hurried to her room and, finding Mon peacefully asleep, he carefully closed the door. Turning, he hugged Mrs. Patricia, his voice a reverent whisper, 'Oh, dear.' It was as if a dream had been realized, a long-awaited miracle.

Mon had been just nineteen when she left, swept away by Ivy, the friend who had sworn to stand by her through thick and thin. Mrs. Patricia had pleaded, her heart breaking, but Mon had turned away, shunning her only heaven in this havoc. Now, as they stood together, the painful memories surged one last time, a final storm before dissolving into nothingness, forever. Lily had come to visit her best friend, a reunion more than a year in the making. And Win, ever the loyal companion, was with her too.

'Dang, girl's been sleeping for almost twelve hours!' Win remarked, a sigh escaping his lips.

'Well, it's no surprise,' Lily began, her voice soft with understanding, 'all those battles she's been fighting—' She was interrupted by Mr. Patricia, who appeared, his gratitude evident.

'Thank you both for still visiting and staying by Mon's side,' he said warmly.

They both bowed in response, Lily's eyes shining with sincerity. 'Of course, Uncle!'

'Stay over tonight, you two! I've already spoken with your parents,' Mrs Patricia called from the kitchen, her voice filled with the warmth of a second home. She was setting the table, the aroma of a lovingly prepared dinner filling the room.

'Sure thing!' Lily exclaimed, dashing over to her second mum to help with the serving. Their mothers were the closest of friends, a bond that had naturally extended to their children.

Win, sensing his moment, grinned at Mr. Patricia. 'Looks like it's football night!' he declared, his excitement barely contained. The classic, grumpy, yet endearingly sarcastic uncle couldn't help but share in the enthusiasm.

'Yay! Football Night!!' They both cheered, a burst of youthful energy filling the room, only to be tempered by Mrs. Patricia's playful yet stern side-eye, her silent command halting their exuberance. It was a picture of familial warmth, the kind of moment that stitched memories into the fabric of their lives.

(ghostly glow of the TV in the living room, two figures cheering the teams. Mrs Patricia and Lily, with the warm, dimmed lights on the coffee table, gossiping as the clock hits 1 AM. The Perfect Familial Portrait, visible through the imagination of thousands of readers)

Stay tuned for the next moment, where secrets will unravel, hearts will tangle even more. The story of Mon continues. 🌸❤️

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