Kapitel 2: The weight of memories
Emily's studio was her sanctuary, her haven, her escape from the world outside. But even amidst the familiar comfort of paint and canvas, memories lingered, refusing to be silenced. The smell of paint and turpentine couldn't mask the scent of smoke and fear that still haunted her dreams.
She thought she'd left the past behind, but it crept up on her like a thief in the night. The sound of footsteps outside her studio sent her heart racing, her brush hovering over the canvas as her mind raced back to that fateful night. The fire that had ravaged her family's home, claiming the life of her younger brother, still lingered in her thoughts. The guilt and grief she carried were heavy burdens, weights she couldn't shake even years later.
Emily's eyes drifted to the scar above her left eyebrow, a constant reminder of the night that had changed her life forever. She remembered the flames engulfing the house, the sound of her brother's screams, the feeling of helplessness as she watched her world crumble. The memories were etched into her mind like a scar, a constant reminder of what she'd lost.
As she painted, Emily tried to push the memories aside, focusing on the present. But they lingered, a constant hum in the background of her mind. She couldn't escape the feeling that she was living on borrowed time, that the past was waiting to pounce, to drag her back into the darkness.
The studio's clock ticked away, a steady beat that echoed the rhythm of her heart. Emily's thoughts swirled, a maelstrom of emotions that threatened to consume her. She tried to lose herself in her art, but the memories were relentless, haunting her like a ghost.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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