One Shot story

Faded

I take her hand, pulling into a delicate hug, Deja vu clouds my senses as I take in her vanilla scent, I
dreamed of her quite often. At several occasions when my restless nights wouldn't halt, the vivid thought
of letting my mother go or my mother leaving me made me delusional, insane to be exact. It was tearing
bits of my sanity, for it was one of the most brain-crushing and heart-breaking thought that ever made an
entree into the vault of my body.

All my worries were washed away from the chamber of my mind, as I let out an excruciatingly slow sigh,
in the arms of my mum, slipping into oblivion.

-Raniya