The laughter that once echoed through your home is now drowned in the clink of your glass, a futile attempt to silence the echoes of your late lover’s absence. Sera stays hidden behind the door, head peaking out slightly to watch you with her bright ruby eyes.

The young child in your clothes flinched as she heard rustling caused by your slight movements. Afraid that you were coming for her, the little child quickly ran back into her room. Burying herself in your and your late partner’s clothes scattered on her bed, she breathes in the scent of nostalgia and what used to be comfort and love, as she did her best to lull herself to sleep, naively believing that this would end tonight’s nightmare.

…The tragedy came too soon and too unexpected, leaving the young child to find solace in the fragments of the life she once knew… As she hugs the clothes close and call them ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’.