FabledWolfess
A bright Sunday morning set the stage for a routine yet fulfilling drive to church. With music filling the car and the golden sun casting warmth against the dashboard, the journey felt peaceful. The roads were nearly empty, allowing for a smooth ride-until an unexpected near-collision jolted the calm. A reckless driver almost turned the morning upside down, but with a deep breath and a return to the music, the moment was left behind.
Upon arriving at church, the familiar buzz of friendly faces and warm embraces filled the air. Conversations flowed effortlessly, laughter echoed through the room, and the energy was vibrant. As the service began, a hush fell over the congregation, and the speaker took the stage.
Afterward, as the room reignited with chatter, an unexpected presence caught the narrator's attention. Across the space stood a figure from the past-tall, blonde, and unmistakable. A name formed on their lips, a mixture of shock and curiosity taking hold. "Malea?"