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The door appears out of nowhere. One moment the damp, overgrown path sprawls infinitely in front of her, lined with moss-covered trees on either side. The next, the door is looming three yards ahead, cracked and worn, more gray than she remembers, but it’s him. She knows it instantly, feels it in the deepest parts of herself, in every cell, and the spaces between them.
She stops.
Stops moving.
Stops breathing.
Stops the breeze rustling through leaves.
Stops the birds singing overhead.
Stops the small creatures racing around in the brush.
Silence.
She stares at the door, a lump forming in her throat, and waits.
Then. Three knocks in quick succession, followed by two slow knocks. One low. One high.
A sharp inhale.
A sob catches in her chest, expands quickly, and explodes out of her in a strangled wail as she hurls herself forward, racing for the door. She crashes into it with a force that rattles her teeth, but she doesn’t stop. She pushes the door open and falls to her knees on the other side, gasping as if she’d just run an entire marathon in those few steps.
The gravel is rough and wet under her hands. She focuses on it, on the tiny rocks pressing into her palms, letting it ground her and slow her breath. Tears fall onto the backs of her hands. No, not tears. Raindrops. It’s raining. Thunder rumbles overhead.
She stands up slowly, taking in her surroundings. She’s on a familiar path. To her left, she knows the gravel path connects to a road that leads to town. To her right, there is a lake hidden behind the trees. Her childhood home sits in front of her, somehow both larger and smaller than she remembers. Everything is gray. Like the color has been sucked out. But not completely. The front door still has the faintest hint of red.
She takes a step toward the house. The rain falls harder. The static sound of it reminds her of the noise machine her mother would turn on in her room at night before tucking her in, pressing lips to her forehead, and whispering promises of sweet dreams about fairies in a mushroom forest. She closes her eyes, a single tear falling down her cheek as she tries to hold on to her whispers, letting them envelop her before they disappear into the trees.
Another step forward and the sharp scent of ozone overwhelms her, sparking memories of sitting on the porch, watching for lightning and counting the seconds until the crack of thunder. Her father sitting next to her and telling her that each second equals a mile. His presence and this knowledge making her feel safe.
Up ahead, there is a man watching her from that same porch. She approaches slowly, resisting the urge to run to him. To throw her arms around him. To hug him and punch him and scream at him and hug him again and never let go.
“Mikey?” she asks as she cautiously walks up the steps.
“B,” he breathes, the relief in his voice is palpable and it makes her chest tighten, “you’re alive?”
Keeping her head down, she makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and sob. If only it were that easy. “I think that depends on your definition of ‘alive’.”
Trembling, she allows herself to look up at him.
He’s so much older than the last time she saw him. He’s older even than their father was the last time they visited. The thought fills her with a familiar grief, knowing the likelihood that their parents are gone. That they died without ever knowing what happened to their daughter. She wants to ask, but fear makes her hesitate too long. Fear of what the answer may be. But also, fear of what he’s thinking now as he looks at her. He tilts his head, his eyes searching for hers. She knows he won’t find them. “Your face… Why can’t I see you?”
She turns away and sits in the empty chair next to him. She stares at her hands as if they hold the answers to his and all of life’s questions, but they give her nothing. “It’s been a long time,” is all she can say, hoping he’ll understand. When he doesn’t say anything, she knows he doesn’t. That he’s waiting for her to continue.
Seeing him now, with his gray hair and lines creasing his face, confirms what she already suspected. She’s been gone for longer than she ever lived. Decades longer. Time moves differently here, but still, she knew. Over the years, memories began to fade. They grew dark and blurry. She felt herself fading along with them.
Her voice cracks as she tells the ground beneath her feet, “I don’t… I don’t remember…” She breaks before she can finish, folds in two and sobs into her hands.
He reaches for her, tries to speak, but she holds up a hand to stop him. She doesn’t want him to comfort her. His attempt only sparking anger. He doesn’t get to comfort her. He abandoned her. That anger forms a ball of fire inside her that dries her tears and sucks the emotion from her voice, “Don’t.”
He recoils, and she sucks in a breath to steady herself and says, “In the beginning, I thought you’d come for me. I knew you would. Didn’t doubt it for a second. You’d hear what happened and you’d find me. But you didn’t. You never came. And after a while I began to think you were right. That maybe this part of us is evil. That maybe I have died, and I’m in hell. Destined to be wandering lost and alone like this for eternity.”
“B, I-,” he starts, but she shakes her head, silencing him.
“I met others like us,” she continues, and he gapes at her. “They’re just kids, but powerful. More than they know. The boy doesn’t like me. He’s afraid of my…,” she gestures to her face, or lack thereof, “but the girl, she’s been kind to me. Sometimes she helps me remember things. Like the way we were at their age. Innocent and playful and imaginative. Inseparable and bickering constantly.” She smiles to herself, holding on to the feeling before it fades to mist. “I’m able to Travel to them. Easily. They’re family, right? Sadie and Simon. Do you know them?”
She can’t decipher the expression on his face as he shakes his head.
“I’m glad to have met them. I was lost and alone for so long. I was slipping away, losing my mind. Myself. It was really scary,” her voice cracks. She takes in a shaky breath, trying to steady herself as she continues, “But then there was this little girl, tiny and giggling and running through the trees. I don’t think she knew where she was or what she’d done, but there she was all the same. I think she’s given me a bit of my humanity back. And hope too. Like, maybe one day, she can help me find my way home.” She looks over at him, at her Mikey, her twin brother, her best friend, and pleads, “But now you’re here. You can help me, right? You have to help me. Please.”
He hesitates, the corners of his mouth pulling down, taking the rest of him with them. His whole body sags like whatever weight he’s been carrying just became too much. “I want to. More than anything. But I don’t think I can. I’m not strong enough, B. That’s why I called out for you. I can’t Travel.”
She stares at him. A million questions clamoring to get out, stumbling over top of each other until one finally breaks free, “Why? Why can’t you Travel? Why didn’t you come sooner?!”
“I would have come sooner if I could. I swear to you. But my father-in-law, whatever he did, it worked. I stopped dreaming. For decades. But then…”
“Then what?”
“It was… One minute I was sitting down for dinner, and the next I was at the lake with my toes in the sand. It’d been so long, I didn’t even know it was a dream until it was over. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I couldn’t speak. The doctor said I’d had a stroke. I got to you as soon as I could, but it’s not the same. I’m not the same. And I’m not sure how much time I have left.”
She shakes her head. Keeps shaking it. Willing what he’s saying not to be true. “No,” she cries, the anger building again, churning hot in her abdomen. How could he? She wishes he hadn’t shown up at all. All he did was bring false hope and force her to grieve the loss of him all over again. It’s cruel. Her rage grows hotter, boiling now like the surface of the sun, flaring through her veins and escaping through her fingertips in cracks and sparks.
She stands, begins pacing the length of the porch, but refuses to look at him, “No. No no no no no.” The air vibrates around her as she looks out at the road where she was on her hands and knees only moments before. A bolt of lightning strikes with a deafening roar that shakes the foundation of the house and rattles the windows.
“B! Stop!”
When she looks back at him, his eyes are pleading, “I may not be able to help you find your way home, but I think there is something else I can help you with.”
She stares at him. Part of her wants to aim the next lightning strike directly at him. Another part of her is curious. What could he possibly have to offer her if he can’t help her find her way back?
“Sit back down, please,” he gestures toward the vacated chair.
Reluctantly, she sits. She pulls in a breath. As she does, the smell of petrichor flows through her, dowsing the fire and nearly putting it out entirely. She knows he’s doing it on purpose, and she lets him. Lets the wave of calm wash over her.
She’s missed him so much.
“Better?” he asks.
She nods. Then, turns to him, “So, what is it you think you can help me with?”
He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a photograph, and hands it to her. “I can help you remember.”
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Sadie: Can we go explore?
Atlas: Sure. Don’t go too far.
Simon: We won’t!
Sadie: What do you think happened to Barbie?
Simon: I don’t know. Maybe she just got sick of you.
Sadie: Don’t be mean.
Sadie: What if something bad happened? Maybe she needs my help.
Simon: Are you going to try to find her?
Sadie: Would you tell on me if I did?
Simon: No. I don’t know. What if something bad happens to you too?
Sadie: You could come with me.
Simon: Just wait a little while longer, okay?
Sadie: Ugh. But I’m tired of being alone. Can I visit you then?
Simon: Not yet.
Sadie: Why?
Simon: I told you. My world’s not ready yet.
Sadie: But it’s been forever. I just want to see it. I won’t touch anything, I promise.
Simon: No.
Sadie: Why?
Simon: …It’s a secret.
Sadie: You can tell me. I won’t tell anyone.
Simon: I won’t either.
Sadie: I have a secret too.
Simon: What is it?
Sadie: I’ll tell you if you tell me yours.
Simon: You first.
Sadie: Papa was in my dream.
Simon: Why is that a secret?
Sadie: He doesn’t know.
Simon: Duh. It wasn’t really him. He can’t do that.
Sadie: It WAS him!
Simon: How do you know?
Sadie: The same way I know when it’s really you. And you know it’s really me. The same way I know Barbie is real.
Simon: Are you sure?
Sadie: [nods] But he doesn’t remember.
Simon: I still don’t know why it’s a secret. We should tell him.
Sadie: No!
Simon: Why?
Sadie: I was scared and I wanted him there and then he was. What if it was my fault and he gets mad?
Simon: He won’t get mad. Just tell him.
Sadie: Fine. But not while we’re on vacation. We’ll wait until we go home. And only if you tell me your secret first
As a child, Diego was that bratty, popular boy who befriended everyone...everyone except that weird kid with an imaginary friend. All the kids wanted to be invited to his birthday parties and sleepovers - everything was great for him.
When his father moved up in his career, things started to change. He transferred to a private school, where he wasn't the cool kid anymore. Making friends wasn't a breeze either. Everyone's family was just as important (if not more) and he was looked down on in this school "hierarchy". High school was a miserable time and he had no choice but to study hard to please his parents' demands.
Like Harlow, uni was a fresh start for Diego. When the two met again, he returned to being a nightmare and teased Harlow for fun. It was so amusing to piss him off and it made uni more tolerable.
But the first true friendship he had was with Antonio, who felt like a brother! They navigated law school together and they both had a newfound freedom, where they weren't being constantly scrutinised by their families.
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Yoga instructor: Alright everyone, find a comfortable place on your mat.
Yoga instructor: Take a slow inhale through the nose… and exhale fully.
Yoga instructor: Close your eyes for a moment and settle into the room.
Yoga instructor: Thank yourself for showing up and taking this time for yourself today.
(…)
Alexander: Nasja asked if we want to grab lunch together.
Avery: Sounds lovely, but I’ll have to pass. I scheduled a meeting with Darren to go over Finn’s case. I just hope he has some idea what to do about it…
author's note: Ahh, yes~ Let's just hope Darren pulls an ace out of his sleeve, because you can bet they need any input they can get on that case. :'D
