"Soft little petals of light flicker across the darkening sky like little light bugs of the faraway cosmos. Lush grass kisses her nape and tickles her ears as she rests in this field, so far away and even further still. It allows for a brief moment of reprieve from the cacophony of this world that is not her own, the little bit of peace her heart desperately bled for continuously. From here she looks at the sky and the little lofty clouds sailing through it. It greatly reminds her of the sky she watched as a kid.
Memories of today flow through her mind, cuddling themselves up behind her eyelids along with countless others, ones that span from the day she was learning to walk. Prompted by a child she glimpsed today, taking their first step into their mother’s arms.
Similar experiences bind themselves into a string that Jien feels like she can tie around her neck. The memories are real, and remain the only thing to anchor her to reality and the belief that she herself is still here. They urge her to eat breakfast in the mornings and they lick the tears from her eyes before she slumbers in the night. What would she be without these memories but a hollow bone?
For once more she finds herself wishing she could take the dirt road that leads to her home again. And in her mind’s eye she imagines herself doing so, remembering every pebble and blade of grass as she walks through the retelling of a time long gone. She walks up the rocky hill, feeling small, realizing she is half the height she is now, making her heart jump with each step. And once she finally reaches the top and the front of the door, her little lungs gasping for spring air, she feels grown again, towering in the old doorway. The house is empty. Everything is the same way it was nearly two decades ago. There is no one waiting for her. Not people, not her pets, and the books hold no words but blank pages.
Jien opens her eyes, feeling a wetness bubble to her lash line, and she breathes a heavy sigh, tail swishing from one side to the other in the bed of grass she made, her shoulders slacking.
She wants to just … be. She doesn’t want to continue, her heart screams for rest, oozing blood from every crevice in hopes she’d notice it and stop. But she moves forward, somewhere, prompted by the same heart to do so. It makes no sense. Why can’t she just sit here forever? Staring at the skies and waiting for stars, walking through endless woods and halls of her home?"
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