Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

I fell asleep in this state, haunted by bizarre nightmares. One moment, I couldn't find Ava. In the next, Atlas was nowhere to be found.

In another dream, I was a beautiful little girl, walking hand in hand with a handsome young man. We appeared to be heading home together after school, jumping and skipping happily as we entered a grand gate.

The gate was truly magnificent. As we ran inside, we saw many people rushing back and forth, but I couldn't see their faces.

The young man released my hand and ran towards a small building. I called after him while chasing him inside.

There was a lot of mist. I wanted to yell, but nothing came out. White fog covered everything, making it impossible for me to locate the young man. I was nervous.

I saw a beautiful woman looking back at me through the mist. Her appearance was so clear, and I murmured, "Mom!"

She smiled and walked inside. Her face was beautiful. I wanted to ask her where the young man was, but she entered the small building, and I quickly followed.

That building had a very large, vacant, and cold living room. The previous group of people vanished out of nowhere.

Next to the large living room was a small hall with a white piano. I touched the piano, running my fingers over the raised golden letters on the lower right corner of the lid. The touch felt real, but I could not read what it said.

I sat, carefully opened the piano lid, and began to play. The melody was harmonious and lively.

Before long, a few people gathered around the piano, including the beautiful woman I had seen earlier. Behind her stood a scholarly-looking man who smiled gently at me with his arm around the woman. Suddenly, I noticed the young man I was looking for sitting beside me. We played the piano together, and I was immersed in the music.

The other couple, presumably husband and wife, also watched us. Standing close to one another was a tall man next to a calm and kind woman. Occasionally, they shared knowing smiles, talking about something.

The scene was harmonious.

only the kind woman.

"Chloe, what's wrong?"

felt a warm and robust arm pulling me close. I tightly grabbed onto Atlas' hand,

Chloe!

myself. My heart was still pounding, and I felt bewildered, unsure if I was

on Atlas's handsome face, I weakly

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grasped my arm, comforting me. "You can

smiled bitterly. "Biological

coaxed, and I could

Various thoughts and

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