Pearl stood in the silence of her apartment, the only sound, the only echo of her own breathing.Her parents had left three days ago, leaving behind a note and a hollow ache.she was 18, old enough to fathom the concept of abandonment, but not old enough to grasp why.
The walls, once adorned with family photos, now seemed to mock her.The kitchen, where laughter and arguments had filled the air, was cold and sterile.Pearl felt like a ghost haunting the remnants of a life that was never really hers.
She wandered to her room, the only place that still held a semblance of comfort.A worn teddy bear sat on her bed,a relic from a childhood long past, Pearl held the bear with tears streaming down her face.