Country: Aurivelle
City: Cressford
Alvara
Monday didn’t rush in.
It arrived slowly… like it understood exactly what today meant.
I woke up earlier than usual, but I didn’t get out of bed right away.
I just lay there.
Staring at the ceiling.
Listening.
The house was already awake.
Drawers opening.
Closets shifting.
Soft footsteps moving from room to room.
Mom.
Of course.
I let out a quiet breath and pushed myself up, running a hand through my hair before standing.
For a moment, I just stood there… looking around my room.
Everything was still the same.
Just as it had been eight months ago
though not entirely untouched.
This house…
our first real stop after everything fell apart.
Our quiet beginning in Cressford.
And today…
We would start taking pieces of it apart.
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