Sitting on the bench, I gazed at the far end of the sea.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfcI5Ze4c7U
Oh, how I love sitting here—watching the water.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFuFE5nCUEs
So full on the outside, yet so empty within.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJQN5FwCcQb
Just like us.
I took the last sip of my coffee, watching people walk by—coming and going, wrapped in their little worlds.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyN8uQPkKEi
I stood up slowly, my long brown coat brushing softly against my skirt.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡazLBkN8fBh
It's winter. The kind that creeps into your bones quietly.
I started walking ahead, glancing back once at the sea.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzyFiJnJIHY
Then I looked straight ahead, passing beneath the old streetlights.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOquQ4Rh42g
I watched people laughing, their joy echoing faintly in the cold air.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡocfX3oEXrd
And then, like always, I looked up at the sky.
I unlocked the front door with my keys and stepped inside.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBqgN5MpfXb
Locked it behind me.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDfurTtlzJk
Kicked off my shoes and walked in, removing my coat as I headed toward the small couch.
My little sister was there, curled up and watching Friends.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwT2YcTtwNE
She was laughing softly.
I walked over and gently stroked her hair.
"You're home," she said, looking up at me.
I nodded. "Yes, off course."
I sat beside her on the couch and smiled.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuebEh3Pata
"Aren't you tired of watching TV all the time?" I asked.
She shook her head, grinning.
I just nodded and looked at the TV for a moment, then turned my eyes to the wall clock.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡewWmBQCghW
5:35.
"Mom isn't home yet?" I asked, glancing at Mona.
"It's not time yet," she replied, checking the clock.
I nodded again and stood up, making my way to the kitchen just a few steps away.
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Lost in thought, as always.
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Whether we're doing something or absolutely nothing at all.
After I finished the dishes, I dried my hands with the towel and walked toward the stairs.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd35WTNkBJu
I climbed up quietly and entered my room, closing the door behind me.
My room wasn't messy—but not quite neat either.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgIZW3uzWKy
A small cupboard stood on one side, and a study table with a chair sat at the far end.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEXwQ9AL8Jk
My little bed, slightly unmade.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9BpDhtkkiR
A hanging decoration—a scenery of drowning toys in water—swayed gently near the window.
I walked over and opened the window.
Outside, everything was still.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2ro4N4VOY0
Just a few cars parked silently in front of the houses.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh7QWcH2QDO
The neighbor's window was closed.
I sighed, glanced around once more, then quietly closed the window.
My alarm buzzed, loud and annoying, cutting through the stillness of the early morning.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ98Jsgj65Rb
I groaned tiredly, reached out with one hand, and tapped it off with my eyes still half shut.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHD9NjFNopo
Yawning, I stared at the ceiling for a moment, letting the quiet sink in.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDCzskl663o
It was 6:25 AM.
I finally dragged myself out of bed and stumbled toward the bathroom.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqfQsRD3OCy
The lights flickered on, a little too bright.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqldb95Phra
I brushed my teeth, splashed water on my face, and did my so-called skincare routine—217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHAUDKELq3j
Which honestly didn't feel like a routine at all.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4wyT24rXbU
I never really cared for all that makeup and ten-step skin rituals.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7c17zJlZ72
It just... isn't my thing.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwgxLHSNaaG
Actually, I don't think anything is truly my thing.
I wiped my face with a paper towel and walked out of the bathroom, heading toward Mona's room.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUeVVHguvCB
Her small, cozy space was dim and warm.
I walked to her bed and gently shook her shoulder.
"Mona," I whispered softly, "wake up, sweetheart. You need to get ready for school."
She groaned and turned, burying her face in the blanket.
"Mona..." I chuckled lightly. "Don't make me pour cold water on you."
Her eyes peeked open, dramatic as ever. "You wouldn't."
I smirked, "Try me."
She sat up with a pout, rubbing her eyes. I ruffled her hair and left the room.
I made my way down to the kitchen, flicking on the lights as the soft morning blue filtered through the windows.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFtXsnA6t4Y
The house was quiet—still wrapped in sleep.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg8F5NnYGhs
I tied my hair in a messy ponytail, grabbed two slices of bread, popped them into the toaster, and began preparing breakfast.
The smell of toasted bread and warm milk filled the air.
Mona appeared in the doorway a few minutes later, her hair messy, yawning adorably.
"Breakfast is almost ready," I said, placing her plate on the table.
She shuffled over and sat down, grabbing her cup with both hands like she needed it to survive the morning.
We sat and ate quietly, the kind of silence that only sisters can share.
After breakfast, Mona ran off to her room to get dressed.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrYTEC60x9r
I rinsed the plates quickly, then went upstairs to my room.
I opened my cupboard and pulled out my college uniform: a soft blue shirt paired with a large skirt that flowed down past my knees and leggies.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp9EM8xiwsD
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I tied my hair into a ponytail, adjusted my collar in the mirror, and grabbed my bag.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr6Zko9CgFa
Heading downstairs, I called out, "Mona! Let's go!"
"I'm coming!" she shouted from her room.
While waiting, I walked to Mom's bedroom.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHa0Q7Updvt
The door creaked softly as I opened it.
She was asleep, just like always—her back facing me, blanket pulled up to her shoulders.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq8uku6mQAj
Her breathing was slow and deep.
I stood there for a second, watching quietly, then whispered with a soft smile,217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl7exqycpHD
"Bye, Mom... love you."
We stepped out of the house. The cold morning air hit gently against our skin as Mona and I walked down the street hand in hand.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8OFAlbioVM
The sky was pale, the streets damp from dew, and the world slowly waking up.
Mona was telling me about her class project—something with glitter, glue, and a volcano that might explode if her friend messed up the baking soda again.
I listened, smiling faintly, nodding along.
Her voice was the only warmth I needed in that moment.217Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLQZfvcMAYY
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