Tangled Love

I pack away the very little things I bought with me and take a seat on the bed, looking around. The room is much smaller than I remember and the decor has changed slightly.

The walls of my new bedroom are painted a cream colour, paintings of the countryside hung up on the walls. The furniture is an oak chestnut colour and consisted of a small dresser and bedside table. There's a handmade woven rug full of warm pink, red and brown tones at the foot of my bed with a matching blanket. I smile warmly, stroking the fabric.

It looks like the work of Grandma. She loved to knit, crochet and design home decor.

"Do you remember this room?" Grandad appears at the doorway and I nod, looking around once again.

"How can I forget? Some of my best memories are in this room," I respond fondly, remembering how I adored this room as a little girl. I would spend endless hours on the floor, drawing little pictures before hanging them up, covering the walls with them.

"Maybe now you can create some more," Pops responds, entering my room. I shuffle further up my bed, making room for him and he thanks me, taking a

simply beautiful, the chain glistening in the light. At the end of the chain lies a little bird charm and I reach for it, holding it gently. My fingers brush over

a hug. He pulls back and takes the

my neck before he clasps it at the back. I run my fingers over it and turn, beaming at him.

"It's beautiful Pops."

bought it for her on her eighteenth birthday. She

I shake my head sadly. He put out

to see it be put to good use now," he smiles and I feel my heart warm for

blur together and even when I shut my eyes tightly, sleep never comes. My body is exhausted but my mind

curtains. I thinking about everything, the roller coaster of my