Light, a teenager with eyes that held the weight of a thousand unspoken words, yearned for a love she never felt from her family. The absence of warmth, the hollow echoes of indifference, left her feeling like a solitary star, lost in the vast expanse of a cold, uncaring universe.
She hated them, her family, with a ferocity that surprised even her. It wasn't a sudden outburst of anger, but a slow, simmering resentment that had been building for years. Each day felt like a chore, each interaction a painful reminder of her isolation.
The only solace she found was in her dreams. She'd escape into fantastical worlds, where she was loved, cherished, and understood. Her father, the one who had truly loved her, was always there, a comforting presence in her dreams. He would tell her stories, whisper words of encouragement, and hold her close, shielding her from the harsh realities of her waking life.
Light counted down the days, the months, the years until she could finally turn eighteen. She imagined a life free from the suffocating grip of her family, a life where she could finally breathe, finally be herself.
She didn't want to be a teenager, not with the carefree abandon of her peers. She wanted to be an adult, to be free to make her own choices, to carve her own path, to find her own love. She longed for a world where her heart wouldn't ache with the emptiness of unrequited love, a world where her dreams wouldn't be the only place she felt truly seen.
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Day Dreaming
Teen Fiction•Not so good at narrations so don't expect too much •Ignore the typos and grammatically errors.
