Viona's POV
I let out a long, tired breath as I walked past my mother's favourite dandelion garden again.
My steps slowed, then stopped as I scanned the flowers. Some of the yellow petals had already withered into white puffballs.
It used to be my favourite too. Every wide patch of those flowers reminded me of how I used to pick the white globes and blow them into the wind.
It reminded me of how I always smiled like the proud little daughter of the Island family while my heart suffocated in silence.
This garden held memories of a younger me, a teenage me, standing here and blowing wishes into the air.
Wishing to see my family smile. Wishing we could stay together and be happy. Wishing my parents would love me without expectations. And wishing Vivian would recover and stop getting angry at me.
Every wish I made was for the people I loved, until I forgot what I ever wished for myself. Or maybe there never was one.
Foolish. I smirked faintly.
