"Pathetic, Lucy. You're just pathetic."
Hiding in the trees was the innocent eighteen year old that whispered this to herself. She watched from her perch as the reason she called herself pathetic sat by the second tree nearby with his blonde lass.
When was her desire to be considered an obsession?
She saw Alfendi laugh at something that Hilda, the blonde, had said. Surely that wasn't an irritated expression.
It wasn't. Because Lucy didn't know their relationship. They were probably just joking around, as far as she knew.
And it wasn't like she knew much.
Lucy could only imagine what it was like, knowing Alfendi, the man she couldn't let go, a part of her that she never owned.
She'd never know a real thing about him, until she was there, where Hilda was sitting, talking with him and laughing.
It's was the most impossible dream Lucy could even bear to think of.
"A girl can dream." She said with a sigh, slipping off the branch and walking away right when she hit the ground.