Behind the narrow crack in the door, tears formed in the little girl's eyes as she listened to her father's cold words.
"Let us separate."
Although that word was said only once, it repeated in Izel's ears again and again without stopping.
Tears flowed in the eyes of the little eight-year-old girl as she pushed the door open, while her pleading voice echoed through the room.
"Mom... Dad... no... please no..."
Her words were broken as she choked on her crying, but for some reason her father never responded at all, as if neither of them noticed her existence in the first place.
At the same time, the blue flowers outside trembled, and thin lines appeared between their tightly closed petals, showing the first signs of separation.
An ethereal blue light shone as it filled the garden.
Even so, the little girl watched her parents separate... a scene still carved deep within Izel, and today it was summoned once more.
But not as a memory... as reality.
