A/N Here is my ridiculously short drabble, set on Christmas Eve, simply because I feel bad about not having time to write any proper updates. Definitely not my best but still – enjoy! :)
She felt different as soon as her foot landed on the wet, English soil.
Deep down, she knew it was all in her head. She knew it wasn't really this country which caused her to think so negatively, but telling herself that didn't seem to make it any easier.
Be that as it may, even the warmth of the Californian sun hadn't eased her suffering without Peter by her side. No, if she ever wanted to truly be happy then she needed to face this head on and stop burying her head in the sand. She needed to come to terms with her past, and move on with her lover by her side.
And so, although she thought she was mad, she couldn't deny that - however much she wished it wasn't so - this would always be home.