Exactly one hundred words, handwritten and hand counted before being typed up, yet FFN tells me it's 117. Lrn2count, FFN.
Posting schedule has been altered to twice a week postings, because I'm excited to post these, and I'm like, four chapters ahead now. I'll post Wednesdays and Saturdays. Posting this one now though, since I didn't yesterday.
It is the same, his old House.
Same iron wrought gates, same yard, fence, and trees; same plaque declaring proudly 'Wammy's House'. This was his home, his House. Yet it was not his at all, not really.
Will you choose the same road again, Mihael Keehl? Or shall you learn from the mistakes? Our wager is that you shall. I do not like to lose.
And if I win?
You shall live.
"Are you really going to leave without even making any plans, Mello?" he asks his younger self, once the boy has slammed the old gates shut behind him.
Somehow I was off by four words in my initial count, so had to add an extra four words then recount to be sure I was correct in my numbers now. Enjoy the four minutes of counting and adding it took me to fix.