The moon cast its gentle glow over the landscape, its silver light dancing across the endless field of dandelions, their soft heads swaying in the cool night breeze. Fireflies flitted from dandelion to dandelion, their delicate luminescence making the area brighter and more enchanting. In the center of the field stood a woman, her long black hair flowing like a dark river in the wind. Her pale skin, illuminated by the moonlight, appeared almost translucent, as if she were a figure from a dream. She sighed, her hands reaching out toward the empty space before her, as though yearning for something forever out of reach.
“Dear, I'm here. To where we first met. To where our romance started. Where are you?!” Her voice, low and trembling, cracked with emotion, each word heavy with pain and longing.
After they were done with everything, they started to search for Lily’s mother, splitting up to cover more ground. Arthur headed north toward the edge of the village. Alice went south, weaving through narrow streets and alleys, while Lily returned home to check if her mother had returned.
When Lily arrived, the silence of the house greeted her, cold and heavy. There was no sign of her mother’s presence. Frustration burned within her as she clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms, and bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. Determined, she began scouring the house for clues, her heart pounding with a mix of hope and despair.
The house was dark, shadows stretching ominously across the walls. Lighting a candle, her gaze fell on a picture frame resting on the corner of a table. Her breath hitched as she picked it up, the faint flicker of the candlelight reflecting off the glass. It was a photograph of her parents. Her mother’s radiant smile seemed to shine through time, and Lily’s fingers trembled as she brushed them over the image.
It had been years since she had seen her mother smile like that—graceful, full of life. Her silky, smooth black hair glowed in the light, framing her face with elegance. A tear slid down Lily’s cheek as she traced the contours of her mother’s face with her fingertips.
“Mom, where are you?” she whispered, her voice breaking. More tears followed, falling onto the frame as her shoulders trembled.
As she examined the picture more closely, her eyes widened. The background seemed familiar, sparking a memory she had long buried. Her mind raced back to her childhood, to her father’s soothing voice and the words he had spoken to her.
“You know, Lily, your mom and I often went to that place,” her father had said, his voice filled with warmth as he gently patted her head. “When we fought, when the days were hard, or when we wanted to remind each other of our love—that’s where we went.”
Little Lily’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she tilted her head and asked, “Where is that place, Papa?” Her voice was bright, her dimples showing as she smiled.
He chuckled softly, a loving smile tugging at his lips. “It’s a field of dandelions. At night, the moonlight bathes the field, and fireflies light up the air. It’s beautiful there. The place is in the
The memory snapped Lily back to the present. Her heart raced as she clutched the frame tightly to her chest. Without hesitation, she bolted out of the house, her feet pounding against the ground as she ran. Tears streaked down her face, falling like rain as she cried out into the night.
“MOM!! I’M SORRY!! PLEASE WAIT FOR ME THERE! I’M COMING!” Her desperate voice echoed through the quiet streets, filled with sorrow and determination.
Meanwhile, Alice was tirelessly searching the southern part of the village. Her breaths came in sharp gasps, her chest tight as though a fire burned within her. Sweat slicked her brow, and her legs felt like lead, but she refused to stop.
Her heart raced, faster and faster, until a metallic taste filled her mouth. A sudden burst of blood choked her, and she dropped to her knees, coughing violently. Crimson splattered the ground as she struggled to steady herself, her trembling hands pressing against the cool earth.
“Why… why now?” she gasped, her voice barely audible. She leaned against the rough wall behind her, her vision swimming. The world spun, her surroundings blurring into indistinct shapes.
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But Alice forced herself to her feet, her resolve stronger than the pain. She wiped the blood from her lips with her sleeve and took one shaky step forward, then another. Her legs trembled beneath her, threatening to give way, but she clenched her teeth and kept moving.
“I can’t stop now… I promised to help,” she whispered hoarsely. But no amount of willpower could carry her exhausted body. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the cold, unforgiving ground. Darkness consumed her as her strength gave out.
Arthur, on his way back, saw a figure lying on the ground. His breath caught, and his heart thundered in his chest as the faint moonlight glinted off her hair—it looked like Alice’s.
“Alice?” he murmured, his voice tinged with fear.
As he drew closer, dread clawed at him. It was Alice. Her body lay motionless, and a dark stain on her lips gleamed under the pale light. Panic surged through him as he rushed to her side.
“A-Alice!” he stammered, dropping to his knees. “W-What’s going on?! Alice, wake up!”
She didn’t respond. Arthur’s hands trembled as he gently lifted her, cradling her limp form against his chest. His heart pounded wildly as he noticed the blood on her mouth.
“No… no, this can’t be happening,” he whispered, his voice cracking. Despite his fear, he carried her in his arms, his legs moving on instinct.
“Hold on, Alice. We’ll get to the clinic. You’ll be okay,” he said, his voice trembling with worry as he sprinted through the night.
In the stillness of the night, the stars sparkled brightly, their light reflecting like scattered diamonds on the river's surface. The moon cast a gentle glow over the land, illuminating the darkness with its silver embrace. Lily finally arrived at her destination, her heart pounding as she took in the scene before her. There, amidst the field of dandelions, was a figure—a woman moving with the wind. Her long black hair shimmered like silk under the moonlight, swaying in harmony with the breeze.
The fireflies danced around her, their soft glow adding a surreal beauty to the scene. Lily stood frozen, mesmerized by the ethereal sight. But the awe in her heart was tinged with sorrow, a heaviness that brought tears to her eyes. Her mother was dancing, her movements graceful and free, a serene smile lighting up her face. She looked like a spirit released from the chains of pain and despair, her joy seemingly untainted.
As her mother danced, she caught sight of Lily standing in the distance. Her eyes sparkled with recognition, her smile deepening as memories washed over her—the echoes of the place where she and her husband had first met. Yet, she could also see the sadness in Lily's expression. Still, she continued to dance, her movements unbroken.
“MOM!” Lily cried, her voice tearing through the quiet beauty of the night. Her shout echoed, filling the field of dandelions. The woman stopped and turned to face her daughter, her gaze tender but full of unspoken pain. Without hesitation, Lily ran through the sea of dandelions, her steps driven by desperation and love. She reached her mother and threw her arms around her, clinging to her as though she might disappear.
Her mother returned the embrace, her touch warm and gentle, offering a comfort Lily hadn’t felt in a long time. “I’m sorry, Mom,” Lily whispered, her voice trembling. Her words cracked, thick with emotion. “I’m sorry for locking you away. For tying you up and isolating you from the world.”
Her mother shook her head, her disagreement clear as tears welled in her eyes. “You did what you thought was best. You kept me safe when I couldn’t do it myself,” she said softly, her voice filled with guilt. “I should be the one apologizing. I abandoned my role as a mother. I left you all alone in this cruel world. I’m so sorry, Lily.” She tightened her embrace, holding her daughter as if to shield her from all the pain she’d endured.
“But,” her mother continued, her voice breaking, “I can’t stay here. I want to be with your father. I need to be with him. Without him, this world has no meaning for me.” Her hands trembled as tears spilled freely down her face.
Lily felt the weight of her mother’s loneliness, the gaping void her father’s death had left behind. She imagined her mother’s grief like an endless, dark ocean, dragging her deeper into its cold embrace. Lily's voice wavered, but her resolve burned bright in her eyes as she looked up at her mother. “Take me with you,” she said firmly. “I can’t bear this world without you either. Please, Mom.” Each word carried the raw, unfiltered desperation of her heart.
Her mother’s eyes widened in surprise. She pressed her trembling lips together, her hesitation plain. “It’s going to be painful,” she murmured, her voice a fragile blend of anguish and love. “Can you bear it?”
Lily buried her face in her mother’s chest, her arms tightening around her. “I don’t care,” she replied, her voice quiet but unwavering. “As long as I’m with you, nothing else matters.”
A gentle smile spread across her mother’s face. Her tear-streaked eyes glimmered, like stars piercing the darkest night. “I see,” she said, her voice soft with acceptance. “Then let’s go.”
Hand in hand, they began walking into the expanding mist that enveloped the field. Slowly, their figures grew faint, fading into the silvery haze until they disappeared completely. No trace of them remained, their existence erased from the world.
Yet, in that final act, they found happiness. Together, they left behind the suffering, anxiety, and despair that had bound them. They were not just two souls intertwined by fate, but a family, united at last.