𑁍┊Querencia ˎˊ˗
(n.) A place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are at your most authentic self.
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As a kid you've always loved all the stories your grandmother had t...
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Huffing you caught your breathe placing your hand on the wooden surface of the door, you swear they probably got offended when you said it smelled horrible in the cave.
You recalled you running in the cave as the light behind you dimmed, you felt as if there was a shadow or something with long arms and legs closing in on you- okay that's enough...
Pushing the door open you looked around for any signs of your granny,
"Grandma?" You called out, no response.
You felt sweat build up on your for head as you feel yourself starting to panic once more,
Calm down...
What if something happened to her?
Calm- down..
You felt as if the shadows hidden in the small corners were starting to creep out slowly.. as if it was taunting you..
Calm... down..
Deep.. breathes they aren't- aren't real..
Calm dow-
"Y/n dear! I'm at the garden" Snapping out of your small panic attack you instantly bolted to the garden, sighing once you saw your grandma sitting by the pond.
She examined you for a moment before speaking,
"Did you do what I've told?" You sat down beside her still slighlty shaken from the previous events, letting out a shaky sigh you answered her with a yes.
"Why do you seem scared, has something happened?" She asked worryingly as you gave her a forced smile,
"Don't worry I'm just... out of breathe.. from, from.. running...." You trailed off watching the koi fishes swim peacefully with each other in the pond,
Nightmares... they weren't common, yet you were just another human as well, you have had your fair share of nightmares. The ones from your childhood would be the worst once, always feeling helpless.
Getting dragged into a dark void by a shadow stick-like figure isn't really easy to forget, therfore they still haunt you as you grow up.. even till now... eventually developing a disorder you haven't told anyone,
Noticing how you wouldn't be telling her what's troubling you she decided to change the subject which you were thankful for.
"Don't forget the trail there young one" You questioned her as she faced you placing her hands on top of yours that rested by your thighs.
