̶M̶a̶y̶a̶ ̶L̶o̶p̶e̶z̶ 𝔼𝕔𝕙𝕠

Stretching-

Take a breath. En pointe. Bend, then breathe.

< Very demure and mindful

//Why yes, I did use Jason Walker's Echo when I made the pinned. How did you know?

The weight of the gun still feels heavy.

//i'm not going to be able to do first person for everything. Probably only for certain pov things

Sweet and sour chicken it is.

Perhaps I should order something. Pizza, maybe takeout.

the basics. Coffee, cereal, untouched and replacing what I had before.

Another piece to show forgiveness.

A bitter smile formed on my lips as I began to brew a small pot of coffee. I sit on a chair, eyes closed, waiting.

I woke in my bed, the familiar walls greeting me. The smell is the same. A picture frame lay next to the bed, face down. I dare not look. It's a photo of me and 𝘩𝘪𝘮, back before I learned the truth.

I get up, going to the kitchen. I check the cabinets, noting the fresh food in them. Not much, but

No matter how much pain we felt, even though I cut ties, 𝘩𝘦 was still saying this was my home. 𝘏𝘦 had forgiven my betrayal, even if I never forgave 𝘩𝘪𝘴.

even when it wasn't convenient for 𝘩𝘪𝘮. I know that there was no reason for 𝘩𝘪𝘮 to keep paying for any of this. We had ended on bad terms. The hatred I felt for 𝘩𝘪𝘮 rivals the anguish and love I still have. I know why 𝘩𝘦 kept my apartment, why 𝘩𝘦 made sure it stayed the same. The message was clear.

the old plaque. The key still fits, the inside still the same. The television still sits in the center of the room, old tapes scattered around it. The apartment is surprisingly dust free, everything exactly as I left it.

I know 𝘩𝘦 is responsible. I know 𝘩𝘦 had made the promise to take care of me,

remnants of the fire still lingered on the bricks. The playground equipment was changed, the colors more vibrant. I see the children playing, I see their smiles. I feel one stretch across my own face before I pull myself away.

Finally I stop in front of a familiar door, the numbers still clear on

in the latest fashion and vintage vogue. The old posters of performances, the thrum of life that danced through each step. This was home.

Now it was a key that felt too hot in my hand, too heavy in my pocket. Like an old chain that dragged me down.

I remember that park. I pause, I look. The

Home. The word tasted almost foreign in my mouth. Home meant so much. The memories, the connections, the food, the sights and smells, the people. And here I was, in the very place I had known as home for most of my life. The scents of corner store pizza and halal eateries. The sight of people

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🪶 Indie Echo
🪶 Ships with chem
🪶 Content Warning: Mental health topics, violence, gore, etc
🪶 Muse and writer are both 21+
🪶 No drama
🪶 Non-lewd
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