The Smothery Clouds

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e movie, like any other fan, I quickly typed and searched for the Denver Reckon interviews. My heartbeat raced

arch bar and typed his name; I eventually moved my cursor on the image and clicked on it. The im

it made me want to smile. And

d meet him one

ay shamelessly staring at his photos in a magazine and casually reading his biography, I quickly skimmed the pages, and I reached a cover where he was holding an Oscar, while on the cover

tching his pics on my mobile until I got sleepy. I be

go to work. But luckily, my call became an alarm for me. A piece of unexpected information by a restaurant manager

n my manager told us that night that a large mob of cele

to my room as the door creaked. I turned back, and my mom was all dressed up like she had to go som

suddenly composed my feeli

or some kind of important work, if you ar

I asked, mixed with perplexity

en. I felt a bit sad. I headed towards the washroom to get changed. White unif

ing the final touch to my appearance. I went down the stairs, did breakfast.

e from a boss that she has to go to Eser town for

ly gave me. Better than all of her kisses. And in addition to that, she gave me a warm, beautiful hug which melted my hear

but I will come. I hope you will mana

I waved at her, smiling. And then she drove ahead, I gazed at her car until it took a right, and then I couldn't see as there was a blind corner. It was gettin

reflecting on the sea, making it glisten, the gentle waves and the c

on. That was the only happiness I was waiting for. Absolute happiness. But thought

thing prepared for the guests as soon as t

t. "Oh my gosh!" I said silently, filled with extreme joy. One actress was wearing blue

nt was soon filled with celebrities

r needs while keeping

from the celebrity guests, but my heart slowly started to si

okay, he might be late." I

to my work from time to time. I finally got the chance to collect all the plates, glasses and

the last one, my phone started to ring. I shifted the wine glass onto a tray and took

el

le's number?" asked a deep voi

ed, my heart starting

verything was going in slow motion,

o my knees, losing the balance of the tray a

ciousness slowly pulling me in. Suddenly I felt someone pick me up, running, shouting for a

M

nging me to their home. The same dreams would come every night for the last two weeks. It felt surreal th

M

ealized that it was all a dream. I couldn't help but cry the whole nigh

tack. I had no air going to my lungs, and for a second, I thought I was goi

d. I let out a small mutter of approval. After a few minutes, Ebba lifted my head off her shoulder an

gly, letting o

ile, pulling me in for

out of it. Maybe Ebba is saying what she has experienced. But I didn't know how much I could be so wrong. Ebba then made me lie on the bed. Holding me tight into her arms so that I wouldn

bba was tossed to the right side of mine. I got up, crossed my arms and walked towards the kitchen to make breakfast for myself. Feeling extremely glum, facing the worst side of my feelings. The kitchen was almost clean. As if they don't work he

. "Hey, good morning," Ebba said with her groggy voice and sleepy eyes. "Good morning." I quickly smiled. Ebba walked towa

ded,

ink so." Sh

t to g

made you

t want to bu

Your health is my

r echoed in my mind. "Your health is my priority, dear." Th

stay for two

ms around me. At this, a flashback came. This is precisely what my mom used to do. E

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uneasy." She reached me and held my hand, giving me a warm squeeze. "I am feeling worried about you." I thought for a second about what to say, how to convince her. But I only found this collection with the words, "It's okay, you don't have to be worried." I s

pm, I was all set to leave her house. I stood near the door, holding the handle of a suitcase. Ebba walked and ope

I reached my house quickly. I reached my house door and pulled out keys from my jeans pocket. And then I open

e feelings deepened, and it was getting dark. It was like my soreness; my pain had refreshed. Her laughter, her way of talking, From my childhood to these days, each and every voice of those joyous moments were echoing inside my head. I took one step forward. "Come here, Charlotte." At this,

ace, another same voice could be heard from a different area, in another direction

Every picture of my parents from my childhood days to these days hangs on the wall. Among those pictures, there

was of Mom holding me

I will come as soon as possible...

ened with tears, and later I burst into tears, kneeling down on the floor. I was virtually sobb