Everything was back to normal.
Nothing was the same, but the house was normal again.
No more fights.
No more yelling.
But now shattered glass and newly charcoaled foundation accompanied the homes routine silence.
No more anger.
No more hatred.
The air that had held tension for so long was lifted with the blank silence. The quiet fell all around.
No more blaming.
No more swearing.
The little light fixed it all. The light devoured her pain and aggressively grew. And when the pain faded away, so did the inferno.
No more conversations.
No more talking.
Her slight frame was barely visible, hidden away by the cold ashes in the corner. She cautiously looked around at her product of distress.
Nothing was the same, but that was okay.
Everything was back to normal.