Okay, maybe i'm overthinking.
Maybe this is some weird dream or something. Yeah, it's definitely a dream. When i open my eyes i'm going to be out of this attic next to Serafina and everything is going to be fine.
One......two......three......open.
Nothing. Nothing's happening.
She's still standing in this dusty attic, looking at the cardboard boxes in disgust. She let out a sigh then sat down and opened one. "Not letting me go out on my birthday, making pick up this shitty attic, when all she does is sit on her ass all day." Serafina mumbled as she organized all the things that were in the box.
I walked over beside her, and sat down. Her hands were shaking, and her tiny sniffles filled the attic. She was crying, but why? I looked at her. Her hazel eyes were filled with tears, each one slipping down her cheek and falling on the ground. I tried to understand what she was saying, but the only words i could make out were, "Mom doesn't know..........Lily's death......i didn't know.....suicide" She was holding something in her tiny hands staring at the item with silent tears shedding from her eyes. I glanced to see what it was, and i understood. It was a picture. It was in Serafinas tenth birthday, Serafina and Lily were hugging each other with smiles that were twice as wide as usual.
"You promised Lily......you promised you wouldn't leave me."
And then the silence was broken with her cries of despair.
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I cried writing this i don't know why i did this butttttt hehehe.
Stick around more to come i promise.
~Author💙
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Imaginary Me
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