The next few days were normal. Not the normal before Lily became my friend, just normal. We went to class, got homework, studied under our tree. They were boring days, full of schoolwork. And that's how I thought today would be, but I was wrong. Why am I always wrong?
Lily was gone again, at the library. I think Lily should stick with me, because it seems like every time she's gone, something horrible happens. Or I should stick with her.
Anyway, Lily was at the library, and I was sitting in the fifth-floor corridor. I was reading Serenity's letter again, probably in the same spot Lily read it. I read it because just seeing Serenity's writing, hearing her voice saying the words in my head, means everything to me. But, remembering her is sad. That's why I chose the fifth-floor corridor, because there's never anyone over there.
I miss Serenity. I miss my parents. My home, my life, my complete happiness. But now' it's gone forever. I want to go home. Back to my life, back to my family. Back to my complete happiness. But that's never going to happen. But you can't blame me for wanting something I can't ever have back again. You can't blame me for wanting to go home.
I get up after I finish reading the letter, and I start pacing, trying to calm down before I find Lily. I don't want to start crying. But I want to go home. I think, pacing. I want to go home, I want to go home, I want to go home.
And that's when the door appears. It's a door I've never seen before. Maybe I haven't noticed it? No. That can't be it. I've hid in this corridor many times. This door shouldn't exist.
I'm curious though, so I touch the handle. There's no special sensation, no difference from any other door. It's cold, and that's it. Just like a regular door. But regular doors don't appear out of thin air. I turn the handle, and the door clicks open softly. I open it up, and I step inside the room, shutting the door behind me.
At first I think I'm hallucinating. My eyes are playing trucks on me. I''m not really seeing this. It's not real, it will never be real. I can never step foot here again. This isn't real.
Yet it seems so real. Everything is exactly the way I remember. Everything. Even the little details like the stain on the rug or my picture being crooked on the wall.
Tears streak down my face as I touch the leather on the couch. I'm home.
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