Emptiness.
That's all that she was capable of feeling, that and a sense of hurt. Looking back on it all, Flora could pinpoint exactly what caused all of this. It had been exactly a week since Professor Layton, Luke, and Flora had left "Future London" behind. Everybody had been understandably a bit shaken up after witnessing London being nearly destroyed. Professor Layton was, more so than the others. Flora figured it was seeing Claire again and not being able to save her. Then, Flora remembered that Luke was moving to America in a few days.
The general atmosphere in the Layton household was a subdued one. Everyone kept to themselves, contemplating what life without Luke would be like. Luke's departure date arrived sooner than expected. Out of respect, Flora decided not to accompany Professor Layton and Luke to the dock. She tidied up around the house and prepared some of her cucumber sandwiches. A few hours later, Professor Layton came home. He wordlessly walked into his room and shut the door. He stayed in there for nearly 4 hours until Flora was able to convince him to come out and eat something.
Professor Layton had undeniably changed. He would spend countless hours shut up in his room. He stopped going out to solve mysteries or to teach. And whenever Flora did see him, there was always this sad, longing look in his eyes. Flora would always try to talk to him about this. He wasn't the only one who was upset. But whenever she tried, Professor Layton would tune her out and half-heartedly try to change the subject. It was like this for months.
So this is how Flora ended up, curled up in a ball by the foot of her bed, silently crying. She pulled out the hair tie that was in her hair and put it around her wrist. At school Flora had learned from the "bad kids" how to self-injure. She never could cut herself, but she would snap a rubber band against her wrist from time to time. Soon only
"snapping" time from time turned to every night. With each snap, Flora felt better. She was finally able to express all her sadness. For her the best thing was that no one would ever know. Sure, all that snapping turned her wrists red and sore, but that was all gone in the morning.
As Flora finished snapping that hair tie she crawled into bed. A small hopeful thought crawled its way into her mind. Maybe Professor Layton would notice her wrists getting redder and rawer. Maybe then he would finally talk to her. Maybe then she'll get the attention she's always wanted.
Yay! First Fan Fiction! I know there are probably a bunch of grammar errors, so I am sorry about that.
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