Burning.
Burning.
Burning away. That's how my entire life feels like. The perfect world I knew is nothing more than drifting ashes. My brother and I splashing around in the mud, pretending to be fierce warriors, our mother scolding us when she sees our filthy pelts. Dad arriving with a large squirrel, making Mom forget all about the mud.
They're gone.
All gone.
No.
No.
This can't be.
I try Mom's exercise to calm myself down. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.
It's not working. It just makes me miss them even more. If only this was all a nightmare, and I could wake up and find that this wasn't real.
If only...
So this story was unofficially on hiatus for a very long time, but I've decided to start writing it again. The prologue has been slightly revised, and I promise I will actually update this story this time. That's all for now!
~Leafstorm