The room felt emptier than usual.
Little Monee stood near the door, her tiny eyes fixed on the space where Minea had disappeared. Time passed slowly—too slowly for her small, waiting heart. She shifted from one foot to the other, a quiet whimper escaping her lips.
Then it grew.
“Minea…!” she cried, her voice breaking.
But there was no answer.
The silence made everything worse. Her chest tightened, and suddenly the sadness turned into something louder—anger, fear, and loneliness all mixed together. Her cry rose sharply, echoing through the room.
She couldn’t hold it in anymore.
With a sudden motion, Monee dropped herself to the ground, her small body hitting the floor as she began to scream loudly. Tears streamed down her face, her arms flailing as she kicked and rolled in frustration.
Why was Minea gone so long?
Why wasn’t she back yet?
Her cries grew more intense, filled with panic. She reached toward the door again and again, as if she could pull Minea back just by wanting it enough.
“Minea! Minea!” she screamed.
Her voice turned hoarse, but she didn’t stop. The world felt too big without the one she trusted most. Every second stretched into something unbearable.
Then—
Footsteps.
Faint at first, but getting closer.
Monee froze for a split second, her tear-filled eyes widening. The door opened, and there stood Minea, her face filled with concern.
“Monee!” she called.
At once, Monee’s cries burst out even louder, but now mixed with relief. She reached forward desperately, her whole body leaning toward her.
Minea rushed in, lifting her into a tight embrace. “I’m here… I’m here,” she whispered, holding her close.
Monee clung to her, still sobbing, but no longer alone.
Because sometimes, waiting too long feels like being left forever—until love walks back through the door.
