gabgrime
Some houses remember.
They do not forget the warmth of laughter or the echo of screams. They cling to memories like vines to stone, pulling them deep into the wood and whispering them back to anyone who dares to listen.
In the middle of the forest, far from the noise of the world, there stands a house like that, tucked away in the shadows so thick the sun can barely breathe its way inside. The windows are full of dust, the walls creak like there were secrets that were dying to be uncovered.. The floors with the weight of things left unsaid.
But even in the silence , uncovered secrets and unsaid things.. Something else still lingers.
At the heart of it all, beyond the rotting porch and the dusty , cracked windows.. A small blossom tree grows. Out of place, and beautifully delicate , it blooms soft pink petals in a place where nothing else dares to bloom.. In a small dark corner
No one has figured out how it survives there , no sunlight , the water.. So how exactly does it survive?
Aria didn't come looking for ghosts .
She only wanted quiet.
She wanted a place to grieve.
A place to get away from her shitty dad.
A place where the world could stop spinning for a while.
The house was waiting for something, but so was she.
Ellie.
The girl behind the voice in the walls.
The girl beyond love and by death.
The girl the blossom tree refused to let go.
Somewhere in the darkness, a shadow watches.
The house somehow listens , always.
But love .. real love is a louder force.
even in a house made of sorrow.
Something else can still bloom.
Something more than just a flower.
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