Chapter 158

Mirage’s P.O.V A wave of nostalgia hit me the second I set foot inside my old apartment. Almost like a movie playing out in front of me, I saw me and my sister fighting for the last slice of pizza on the couch in the living room…My mother’s heartfelt laughter echoing through the room as she cooked us dinner on a Sunday afternoon…My father singing karaoke with us late at night, his voice enchanting and mesmerizing as he sang the lyrics to perfection… And just like that, those memories blew away like dust, leaving behind an old, worn down house that was decaying like it had been abandoned for centuries. The kitchen was right opposite to the entrance, followed by the dining room and then the living area to the side. There were no large windows where the wind chimes could be hung…no stairs that led to the attic…no separate rooms for me and my sister. There were just two large doors at the back of the living area whose doors had been ripped off of its hinges and from the torn wallpaper and