she sits on her mother’s porch while little Ryan chases fireflies across the yard,
his father’s laugh ringing out beneath the stars.
🌙 Sometimes he asks, “Mommy, why are you crying?”
And she smiles, because it isn’t sadness anymore.
“Because you remind me,” she tells him,
“that love was stronger than the dark.”
Some monsters don’t hide in the wilderness. They wear familiar faces,
bring you coffee, and hold your hand while they wait for their chance.
But some survivors don’t just endure.
They walk out of the dark carrying light. 🕯️💛 THE END 📌 Note:
This story is entirely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only.
It does not represent any organization or individual,
nor does it encourage inappropriate behavior.
