A/N: I've realized that I haven't updated this for almost six months, and I grovel at your feet in apology. Please don't let my extreme procrastination affect your opinion of this next chapter.
Sun
She wanders the cloudy market and hears
Fragmented laughter
Filtering through the years.
The market.
The witch's shop
And the dark empty room above.
The Judge's manor
With the pretty china girl
So sad in the window.
She goes between the three
Listening to the laughter
And the screams
Under the slate grey sky
So she can pretend to remember
The gleam off brown curls
The edge of a smile
A voice that whispers endearments
But never a face
Or a name.
The clouds roll back
Just for a moment
And she's in the market
And the sun hits her face
And she doesn't need to
pretend
to remember.
And the market is bustling cheerfully
And there are flowers
Where there is a barber's stall
And she's holding a laughing baby girl
With sunlight hair.
And she's laughing too.
And the kind voice
Has a face to his smile
And he asks her
Does she still remember his name?
And she opens her mouth to say
Of course
And she realizes that she doesn't.
And she starts to panic
And the sun hides again
And the market is dingy once more
And the man and the baby are gone
And the name
"Benjamin"
Wanders through her tattered mind
And is instantly forgotten.
End A/N: It was a bit trippier than usual, but then Lucy's a pretty trippy person. Love it? Hate it? Hate me for not updating inj so long? Please tell me in a review!