~ Ophlia ~
The mansion felt different.
The warmth and noise that her mother's presence once filled every corner with, was gone.
Too quiet.
Too cold.
Her room that had always been so bright had slowly turned dark. Even the sunlight streaming through the window couldn't reach the parts of Ophla's heart that had broken and crumbled. Her eyes looked empty. Exhausted. Like everything inside her had slowly worn away.
Ophla sat at the edge of her bed. As usual. Not moving. Her hands rested on her lap... but her fingers wouldn't stop trembling. Every time her eyes moved , she saw it again. That horrible night. Playing over and over.
She closed them tightly.
She didn't cry.
Not anymore.
Her eyes slowly shifted toward the door.
Still closed.
He didn't come.
Her chest tightened.
...just like before.
