Sup dudes.
Sorry for my month absence.
A LOT of shit has happened.
Now I am putting a lyric from a song here : in my field of paper flowers.
Yeah.
Brolo.
Lucy's eyes were glazed as they gazed out the train window. She never really liked traveling alone.
Yet there she was.
Going back to her hometown.
How many years had it been?
Two?
Three?
Those few years feel like forever.
And what a silly reason she fled, to not be embarrassed?
Or maybe the guilt.
Of not being able to share her emotions in time.
Or the shame.
Of having to walk past him each day.
But no, it was to change.
Was it for herself?
No.
But for him.
She had been not thinking straight at the time.
It was just her emotions controlling her.
She did what she was told.
And now she was still listening.
But her last instruction to herself was to go back.
And here she was.
Taking the train to Hargeon.
Then a ferry to Magnolia.
She closed her eyes and willed herself to dream...
Because the next chapter will long, i shortenized this one.
Coz I'm cool.
Hell yeah.
P
