InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "wait we can write things?"

Fiona stared out the window of her small hotel room, the early morning light just barely beginning to creep across Tarrytown. The town felt different - smaller than she remembered from her teenage years, yet somehow fuller, like a place brimming with stories she hadn't yet heard. Her fingers brushed the windowsill, grounding her in the present, in this place she had chosen to go to, despite the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

She knew why she had come here, why she had left the life she had worked so hard to build. It was the glimmer of hope that had driven her across the country, pulling her toward something unspoken and untouchable, yet as real as the morning sun that was beginning to tint the sky to the east. It was hope that maybe, just maybe, she could mend what had been broken. Hope that she could find a new way forward, one that felt like hers, free from all the things she had thought she was supposed to want.

For the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to feel it fully - the possibility, the potential, the soft hum of something that might, in time, feel like home. And maybe that was enough. © tessisamess