𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖

PROLOUGE

Willow, BY LEAH + NINI !
circa@ ━━━  2024

" the more you say, the less I know.
Wherever you stray, I follow."

PROLOGUE !

WRITTEN BY LEAH + NINI !

JULY 27 2024, The house went up in flames, little by little of my childhood memories being burned and destroyed.

The only thing i mainly remember was my mom yelling at me to the leave the house, I was so shocked. I did what she told me to. But now im kind of wishing i didn't.

With each crackle of the fire, I could feel the finality of it all, the irrevocable loss of a place that had been my anchor in a world so vast and sometimes overwhelming.

I realized that a home is more than just four walls; it holds memories, dreams, and an essence of who we are.

As I stepped back, helpless against the inferno, I whispered a silent goodbye to the fortress of my past, knowing that while the flames would extinguish.

And when the feeling that my parents were actually gone set in, I didn't know what to feel. As the police came, sirens all around me.

The slight flashing lights of red and blue. Muffled sounds of crackling fire and the firefighters rushing to put out the fire.

All i could think was that, they were actually gone. Gone and dead. Of the face of the earth, And i would have to learn to survive without. To live. To love. To be happy.

I would need to discover how to find happiness amidst the shadow of my grief, to reclaim the joy that once filled my days.

The journey ahead loomed before me, full of uncertainty and pain, but as I stood there watching the flames dance and devour, I also felt a flicker of determination igniting within me.

I would honor their memory by living boldly, cherishing the lessons they had taught me, and embracing the life they had envisioned for me, even in their absence.

I would strive to carry their love with me, a guiding light through the darkness ahead.

I wondered what would happen after. Where would i go? who would i stay with? some randos in a foster home. I wouldnt like that.

And i wanted them back. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream bloody murder, but for some stupid reason nothing would come out of my mouth. I couldn't move. I was stuck still like an ice statue.

Cold and Numb.

I wanted my mom to hold me and tell me id be okay. Or my dad to call me little lady like he always did. I couldn't help but feel a pit of fury settle at the bottom of my chest.

Why them?

My parents weren't evil people. They wouldn't hurt a person. In society they were good, honest people.

And i was mad. Because theres not a lot of people like that. And my parents who just so happened to be one in a million percent of those people, were gone.

Why do bad things always happen to good people?

I thought they'd see me have a boyfriend, a husband, get married—heck! Kids, but no, none of that.

I have to do it alone, although I hope I'm not truly alone. I hope they're watching me, smiling.

I guess in a way, you take for granted all the time you have with your parents. Since I thought I'd have them forever, when they asked me to hang out and I declined, I thought I'd have tomorrow.

But tomorrow, didn't wait for them by the door. Death did.

And while I'm in pain, he's smiling, high on my tears.