Allison's POV
My mind whizzed back to the present moment, I had been standing in front of the door for quite some time. I finally brought myself to twist the door knob. The door unlocked and eerily creaked open. It was like a scene out of a movie.
Everything had been covered in cloths. They were covered in cobwebs and dust. The air had a suffocating stillness to it that could be sliced through. All my things were left in the same place.
Mindlessly my feet led me to my easel, it was second nature. I mustered the courage to remove the cloth. It swooshed to the floor echoing around the room like a soft lullaby and making the dust specs dance lightly in the sunlight. Everything was laid out ready as if I was just moving on to my next painting.
I stopped thinking about it and allowed myself to be taken over. I sunk into a familiar zone and let myself run in it freely. I didn't eat nor sleep, I just painted.
I was reconnected and felt reconciled.
HEY
THIS IS SHORT, BUT IT'S SIGNIFICANCE MAKES UP FOR IT.
I KNOW I MISSED THE SUNDAY UPDATE, I HAVE A LOT ON MY PLATE BUT I HAD TO UPDATE FOR MYSELF TOO.
PREPARE YOURSELVES WE'RE LIFTING OFF THIS ANTI CLIMAX WELL NOT REALLY SINCE ITS A PRETTY DRAMATIC REVELATION, SPEAKING OF WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT HER MUM, DO YOU LIKE HER OR NOT?
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Aurora Borealis
Teen FictionWhen Allison Ross's mother leaves she believes she will never taste happiness again but with a new boy in town who is just as broken as her ,will she learn to live again?
