[YILENA]
[Today]
The room was empty as always, but it felt emptier than it had ever been. Of course, the walls were familiar, always with the warm shade of honey-brown still reigned within these walls even after eleven years of distance.
It had been a long time.
Gods, it had really been a while.
The painting had been redone one too many times, but the warmth that had once been within these walls was gone; there was nothing to bring it all back because that warmth had packed up and left.
Now, as the bells rang in the distance signifying the banquet that had been prepared, uncertainty was all that was left here. Nothing had made sense since that day, and today was just another byte of what lives had been ruined.
Perhaps shelter was the time to fix it all, right? Perhaps there was a belief that all would be well because that was what life did. What realities looked like. What sanity looked like.
But would it ever matter at this point?
