Cassian sat in a daze, like a puppet with its strings cut.
He dragged his numb body back to a house that was now nothing more than empty walls.
He used to have a real family once–something warm, whole, and real.
If only he hadn’t made that one wrong move, maybe none of this would’ve happened.
He pulled out an old photo album, each picture like a breadcrumb pointing to the life he could’ve had.
If he’d just trusted me–just a little–this home would still be full of laughter.
Cassian started digging through the house, searching for anything that could remind him of the past.
That’s when he found it–a small bundle tucked in the back of the bedroom closet.
It had a little silver bell tied to it.
He knew exactly where it came from.
Inside were baby things I’d once lovingly picked out.
Tiny, adorable clothes that looked like they were made for dolls.
A bottle, some formula.
Back when I played house, I used to imagine I’d have a baby–sweet, soft, and snow–pale.
There was an old sketchbook too, pressed with a leaf now paper–thin and faded.
Underneath it, I’d scribbled a message: “The world and I welcome you, little one.”
Cassian’s eyes glazed over.
Who had I prepared all this for?
For our baby.
But now… what happened to that baby?
Gone. Killed by his own father.
He used to ignore my calls–maybe that was karma, the baby’s way of punishing him.
Cassian collapsed onto the edge of the bed, unable to calm the storm in his chest.
I’d cut him out of my life completely, and Elowen?
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Chapter 9
She was never a good person to begin with.
Maybe this is what he deserves.
Her voice before she left–sharp, venomous–now felt like prophecy.
But even her pitiful life might’ve been karma for everything she’d done.
She faked terminal illness over and over to manipulate Cassian–and he kept believing her.
But just because she was sick doesn’t mean the pain of his wife and child meant nothing.
I never believed either of them were innocent.
All our past fights and arguments played on loop in Cassian’s mind.
I didn’t care about him anymore.
And Elowen had already shown her true, ugly colors.
In the dead–silent house, it felt like even the walls were mourning.
Cassian looked back–but there was no one left behind him.
Regret hollowed him out.
Grief cracked what little was left of his mind.
He sank to the floor, curling up like a child, face buried in his arms.
Whether his eyes were open or closed, all he saw was darkness.
He took a long breath and swore he could still smell sage in the air.
He returned to the dinner table, now just dead twigs and rotting leaves.
That was all that remained of his memories of me–just scraps of a dream.
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