“your laura disappeared. it’s just me now.”🪞🌑my poor sweet laura.
you moved through your days with a storm inside you that no one cared to read. people admired the glow and never stopped to wonder what it cost you to shine that brightly. every smile felt like a small miracle dragged out of a body already running on empty.
there were moments where you slipped somewhere far away, not out of confusion but out of survival. dissociation was the only shelter you had left when the real world closed in. you learned to exist in two places at once, the surface where everyone demanded perfection and the hidden place where you could finally breathe.
and then there is leland.
if dante could see him he would take up his pen again and redraw hell from the ground up. the circles would not be enough, not for a father who let his child fall into darkness and did nothing to pull her out. new torments would have to be carved from fire and stone, a fate designed especially for someone who turned safety into danger.
you kept looking upward, hoping something pure might reach down for you. even the angels could not save you. they hovered unseen at the edges, wings aching, watching a girl the world refused to see clearly. angels are not always saviors. sometimes they are just silent witnesses, collecting grief no one else will hold.
yet the ending still carries a strange kind of tenderness.
it feels like the universe finally hears you. finally wraps you in something warmer than fear. finally lets you rest without having to pretend you are fine.
