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Did you miss me?! I haven't updated in AGES, and I thought it might be time. Are you guys enjoying the story so far? I've gotten lots of positive reviews, and not much to improve on, so if you have any ideas, by all means, TELL ME!
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In this story, there will be a lot of travelling. As you may not already know, I have never been overseas, or even outside of my state. So I don't know what these places Sabrina and Puck are travelling to will look like, so this is what I'm going to do.
I'm going to use famous landmarks from around the world, but the rest of the country I'm going to make up. Say Sabrina and Puck traveled to London. I'm going to use London Bridge as my main aspect, and then sort of create London and what it's like out of my own imagination.
Sorry, but it's the only way, if I want to stick to my original story plan.
So yeah. Read on!
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Location: London, England
Day: Tuesday
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The city was amazing. From the modern buildings to the double-decker red buses, it was truly beautiful. It was busy, but not in a way that made you feel claustrophobic. It was different to New York, much different, and Sabrina found that she liked it.
But the she remembered why they were here in the first place, and her good mood vanished.
Puck carried both their backpacks. After booking a flight yesterday morning, the two had packed only the basic things they would need, and had boarded a plane the next morning. Sabrina had slept the whole time, and she was feeling extremely hungry, although she wouldn't admit that to Puck.
Puck, however, seemed to notice. He took in her appearance as they walked through the city. She was wearing nothing out of the ordinary. Blue jeans and a red jacket, along with her black sneakers and a white scarf. They probably looked liked tourists, but she didn't care. Looks were the last thing on her list.
"You need to eat."
Sabrina looked at Puck. He was wearing his signature green hoodie with jeans and new sneakers they had bought him, but despite the clean complexion, he looked exhausted.
"So do you," she pointed out, her voice tired. She hadn't gotten nearly enough sleep, and she was sure Puck hadn't slept the entire flight, judging by the bags under his eyes.
He shrugged, and she realized that he was still holding her bag. She took it form him, ignoring his protests, and told him to find them a place to eat. He nodded.
Puck found them a McDonalds on the corner of Leicester Square, and they headed in.
Sabrina ordered a quarter pounder with cheese and a cup of coffee. Puck didn't get anything, but Sabrina eventually convinced him to get a coffee.
They sat down and Sabrina sent her mom a message saying they had arrived. The place had free WiFi, which was good. She waited a few minutes for a reply, and, receiving none, put her phone away and started eating.
The burger tasted like ash in her mouth. She hadn't eaten a proper meal in days, and she didn't want to start eating again. She didn't want to. The burger became too much to handle, and she set it down, half finished.
Puck was staring out the window, his hands clasped around the untouched coffee cup in front of him.
She placed her hand gently over his right, still clutching the cup, and he tensed, turning to her. He relaxed, and she held up her half eaten burger, and he shook his head.
"Puck, you need to eat, now."
He looked at her, searching. When he said nothing, she lifted the burger to his mouth and he opened it, taking a bite. She continued to feed him like this until he had finished, and when he was done, he gave her a small smile, turning back to the window. Sabrina took the time to finally notice his appearance.
His hair was ruffled, messy, but it was clean. His hands and face were slightly pale, unlike the last time she had seen him properly. His eyes had sunken into their sockets, and she knew he had gotten as little sleep as she had the past week. He was broken, lost, just like her.
He turned to look at her, and she saw that his eyes had lost their spark. That mischievous light that had once been there constantly was now gone, vanished.
It was in that instant that Sabrina realized something. He hadn't told her were he had been.
Picking up her coffee and taking a sip, she looked Puck in the eyes. He watched her, no doubt sensing what she was going to ask. Everyone else in the restaurant was a blur, a insignificant crowd of noise and movement. The only thing that mattered was him.
Setting her cup down and wrapping her cold fingers around the paper cup, she looked out the window, preparing herself. The weather was grey, dreary. It had started raining, and people wearing thick coats and holding umbrellas flocked through the streets, some rushing to get home while others hurried to catch a bus to work.
"Where have you been?" She asked, not looking away from the window. Somehow, she couldn't quite bring herself to look at him, couldn't bare to see the hurt look that would most definitely be on his face.
She heard him sigh, and knew that he was looking at her. "I've been travelling." he said simply.
Sabrina nodded. For some unknown reason, that made sense. She knew he traveled when he was distressed, or when he had problems he couldn't quite get his head around. He had told her this a long time ago, when they were lying on the trampoline in his room, staring at the sky.
She sometimes wished she had the ability to fly. To be able to break away from reality and leave all her worries, all her fears, behind. To just feel the wind in her hair and the sun on her face. She wanted that freedom, and she knew she would never be able to get it, and so she wished.
But wishing was useless.
Wishing didn't bring her little sister back. It hadn't bought Puck back the day after Daphne's death, when she had wished and wished that he would just come home, and hug her, and tell her that everything would be alright, even if she knew that that was as far from the truth as it could be. Wishing didn't make her happy, or her life better.
It was useless.
Sabrina thought about Puck's answer, and after a while she came to the conclusion that those three words were more than enough. That was all the information she needed, and now she could finally move on, maybe not with the case of Daphne's death, but with the case of Puck's disappearance, one step at a time.
Daphne would want that.
"So what now?"
Puck turned his gaze towards the window, seemingly searching for something outside, anything. The answer to her question, perhaps. The question that had so many answers, so many possibilities, that even he did not know how to reply to.
In the end, his answer was simple.
"We head to the bridge."