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Fragments of Time (Chapter 1.2)
Scene 2: The Evening Drift
The house Melody returned to wasn’t new, but its freshly renovated walls and modern fixtures masked the history it carried. Perched on a gentle hill, with sprawling fields and meadows stretching out beneath it, the house was quiet, surrounded by the soft whispers of the countryside. The warm evening light filtered through the wide windows, casting a golden glow across the room. It was peaceful, the kind of peace that felt like it belonged to a different time.
She loved the quietness of this place, even if the house itself felt like it had stories hidden in its walls. Her parents had told her that the house had been old and in desperate need of repair when they bought it, but they’d renovated it before moving in. Now, it felt fresh and new, but there were moments, little things, that made her feel like it had been lived in by someone else before. Someone like her.
As she stepped inside, the scent of freshly cleaned wood and lemon met her, mixing with the earthy smell from outside. Melody smiled, slipping off her shoes and heading straight for the kitchen. Her parents wouldn’t be home until late. Another office event. They’d texted her not to wait for them for dinner, but she didn’t mind. She liked the solitude.
Tonight, she would bake. The peacefulness of the kitchen, the open window letting in the sound of wind rustling through the grass—it all set...
The house Melody returned to wasn’t new, but its freshly renovated walls and modern fixtures masked the history it carried. Perched on a gentle hill, with sprawling fields and meadows stretching out beneath it, the house was quiet, surrounded by the soft whispers of the countryside. The warm evening light filtered through the wide windows, casting a golden glow across the room. It was peaceful, the kind of peace that felt like it belonged to a different time.
She loved the quietness of this place, even if the house itself felt like it had stories hidden in its walls. Her parents had told her that the house had been old and in desperate need of repair when they bought it, but they’d renovated it before moving in. Now, it felt fresh and new, but there were moments, little things, that made her feel like it had been lived in by someone else before. Someone like her.
As she stepped inside, the scent of freshly cleaned wood and lemon met her, mixing with the earthy smell from outside. Melody smiled, slipping off her shoes and heading straight for the kitchen. Her parents wouldn’t be home until late. Another office event. They’d texted her not to wait for them for dinner, but she didn’t mind. She liked the solitude.
Tonight, she would bake. The peacefulness of the kitchen, the open window letting in the sound of wind rustling through the grass—it all set...
