𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨́𝐧 𝐈𝐯𝐲

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑𝟏.

Author's Pov
Ivy settled onto the plush couch in her parents' cozy living room, crossing her legs in comfort. As she waited for her mother to finish brewing a cup of coffee, Ivy's mind raced with the thoughts and emotions that had brought her there. She had yearned to see her parents, but what she needed most was a sympathetic ear. With Raegon, her closest friend, caught up in her own troubles, Ivy felt utterly alone. The familiar scent of her mother's cooking wafted from the kitchen, mingling with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, adding a layer of warmth to the room.

The ticking of the old grandfather clock in the corner seemed to echo the beating of her anxious heart. Ivy's eyes wandered over the family photos on the mantel, each one a silent testament to happier times. She took a deep breath, hoping that the comfort of home and the love of her parents would help her find the solace she so desperately needed.

Ivy brought her cold fingers to her chest where the tattoo of Armani was placed for comfort. The intricate design of the tattoo held a deep significance for her, a connection to a time and place that felt safer and more secure. As her fingers traced the lines of the ink, she could almost feel the warmth and strength of the memories it represented, offering a small but precious reprieve from her current anxieties.

Armani still had no idea about the tattoo and that alone crushed Ivy's soul.

Whenever Ivy felt overwhelmed, her hand would instinctively move to her chest, seeking the familiar touch of the tattoo. It was a ritual that had developed over time, a subconscious act of self-soothing. The tattoo had become more than just a piece of art; it was a symbol of resilience and a reminder of the strength she possessed within, solely because of Armani.

A couple of days had passed, and Ivy had never felt so suffocated.

Maybe it seemed unhealthy, but when Ivy was with Armani, it felt like she never had to make decisions on her own anymore, lifting a heavy weight off her shoulders. But now, with Armani gone, Ivy felt lost and had to find a way to support herself mentally. She had always been fiercely independent, navigating life without needing her parents' help. Yet, when Armani came into her world, she found comfort in relying on her. Now, the absence of Armani left a void that made Ivy's heart ache, forcing her to rediscover her strength alone.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Ivy turned to see a spitting image of herself—her mother—walking towards her with a tray of her legendary blueberry biscuits, which she had cherished as a child, along with two cups of tea, before sitting down next to Ivy on the couch, placing the tray onto the table. Ivy's mouth watered at the sight, but she restrained herself, having already lost her appetite due to the very reason she was visiting her parents.

Realizing that her daughter wasn't planning on eating any time soon, Mrs. Carter frowned, sensing something was off. "Usually you'd be quick to grab a biscuit or two. What's the problem? Talk to me," Mrs. Carter said, raising her eyebrow as she gently tapped Ivy's thigh, getting her attention as she noticed her slowly drifting off into space.