ROUGE sat in her mother's van chatting like a chirping lark. She had just left her friend's house and was chatting up a storm, mostly about her friend's pets. Once they parked into her house, she stepped inside and almost immediately the warmth she felt in her body was stripped away from her body. The house was a boiling cauldron, but only because her mother's Chinese cakes were baking in the oven. It was then she realized that warm feeling she felt was something that she hadn't felt in a long time. Maybe she had never felt it. She couldn't remember. It was like a feeling that she could be herself. That she did not exist this world just to attempt to earn riches and fame. She felt welcomed by a sense of true comfort. True warmth. She felt warmth all around her house, but that was only because it was set this way. It was as if it was trying to trick her, saying "I am your home!"
But its not. It'll never be. The feeling of happiness was only temporary. One sunny day in a mouth of cloudy storms, with only two afternoons of calm rainstorms and two days of hurricanes in a week. It was all a storm. She could only lie in her bed and dream about the warmth she was given that day...And hope. HOPE. That she could one day feel that feeling for the rest of her life.
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Short StoryEh...What the title says... Basically me writing whatever pops up in my head. Ships. OCs. Other stuff *shrugs* Cover by @deliriousmind Highest rank: 489
