I look around and here I am again.
These dreams look so real.
Am I really dreaming?It confuses me.
A week, two weeks, and no answers so far.I listen to a voice and my heart immediately stops.
This sweet voice, I thought I'd never hear it again.I place my hand right above my chest, close to the heart as I feel warm tears slowly falling down my eyes.
She's singing just like she used to.
I see her figure, dancing around while my brother plays her piano.I smile lightly.
I missed this."Mom, why would you leave us?" I whisper, starting to cry again.
They stop.
My mother looks around trying to find me but... She doesn't see me?"Will you stay?" Yoongi asks "We're all together here."
"How about dad?" I ask.
When my mother died my father changed. He didn't care about us at all, he felt like we were only here to make him suffer. Every time he looks at me he sees mom, and that's the problem.
"We don't need that fucker."
I see myself in this situation and I start to question my sanity.
"What are these dreams? A warning?"
I feel hurt.
Which alternative reality is this?Yoongi stands up and sits on a couch looking at the wall.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
"What?"
"The fire. Isn't the fire beautiful?"
I look at him shocked.
What? How is he able to say something like that? Our mother died burned alive in our last home and now he tells me that he finds fire beautiful?"You need to be careful Joyce. The fire is indeed beautiful but it's beauty can blind you." My mother tells me.
I wish I could hug her but this whole situation is making me feel uncomfortable...
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The Things With Wings
FanfictionMaybe we were tied up together with strings and supporting one another. It wasn't easy to trace this web of strings. It was like an intricate maze. When some strings and knots were figured out, other parts snapped. When one string was pulled too tig...