The girl who thought that she lost everything, but maybe she gained more.
A 14years old Theia has good life. She tries her best at everything. But one day something happens, and she now knows that she needs to learn more about her past.
What happen...
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No one saves us but ourselves.
no one can and no one may.
We ourselves must walk the path.
Theia's POV
I sat there for a while, gently swinging back and forth. The cool breeze brushed against my skin, offering a brief moment of peace. My mind, however, was far from tranquil, flooded with thoughts and questions. I loved them—these people who had been such an important part of my life. I always believed they were the ones meant to protect and care for me, only to discover it was merely their duty? Their job? I was some task given to them?
Lost in my thoughts, swinging, I failed to notice the figure approaching me. Suddenly, a hand rested on my shoulder, startling me. I spun around quickly, my heart racing, but relaxed when I saw it was Clint's son. He smiled nervously, giving me a small, awkward wave.
"Hey, umm, my mom is making breakfast. And umm, well, if you're hungry, you're welcome to join us," he stammered, his eyes dropping to the ground as he fidgeted with his fingers.
I nodded, offering a quiet, "Okay."
He nodded in return, glancing up briefly before looking back down. "By the way, my name's Cooper," he said, extending his hand with a shy smile.
I couldn't help but smile back as I shook his hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Theia."
"That's cool," he said, nodding again. "Well, I guess I should go now. So, um, maybe see you around?"
"Yeah," I replied softly, watching as he walked away. As he left, I realized how hungry I was, and the idea of breakfast became more appealing. I stood up from the swing and began to make my way towards the Barton home. Their house had a certain charm to it—cozy, warm, reminiscent of how mine used to feel. Before everything crumbled and I lost it all.
As I walked, the tall grass brushed against my legs, tickling my skin. It was a soothing sensation. When I reached the porch and stepped inside, the smell of pancakes hit me, intensifying my hunger. I followed the scent to the kitchen, where Mrs. Barton was placing two amazing looking pancakes on plate. She looked up and smiled warmly at me.
"Hey, I just finished these. Here you go," she said, handing me a plate.
I took it, returning her smile. "Thank you, really."
She waved off my gratitude with a kind shake of her head. "Don't worry, dear, it's no trouble at all." She turned back to the stove, flipping another pancake that sizzled in the pan. I dug into the pancakes, and oh my god, they were absolutely incredible. They tasted like heaven.
"So, how are you feeling?" she asked as she turned back to me.
I forced on a fake smile and chuckled softly. "Um, actually, I'm feeling pretty good. And I have to say, Mrs. Barton, these pancakes are the best ones I've ever had."
