Theea
I watch her gather up the rose with a good measure of awe. Mom would never believe it. That flower is going to help clear away the damage The Family is doing, and I can’t stand in the way of that. Elizabeth puts it gingerly into a small sack, and that’s the last I see of it. I wonder if I’ll ever see one again.
She rises, and I smile with an enthusiastic nod, stomach growling in punctuation. I walk beside her, still a little lost in my amazement. I wish I had someone to tell about it… Maybe Nikki? Is he a friend? He could be, I suppose, if I keep seeing him.
The lovely looking bakery comes into view, looking as inviting as dry clothes had been after the rainstorm in Ludo’s Wood. It’s glow draws me in, and I eagerly follow Elizabeth inside. The smell wraps around me like a blanket that’s been by the fire, and I relax from tension I didn’t realise I’ve been carrying. There’s fewer scents that are better than a bakery—it brings me back to sitting in the kitchen while mom did her baking.
I stand behind Elizabeth with my hands clasped behind my back, mouth quirked into a half smile at the interaction. I wonder what he means by session, but I’ll ask later. He’s an interesting man, long and willowy, and so friendly. I should have gone into this shop sooner. When he looks at me, my brows lift, and I glance at Elizabeth… and I nod, looking back at the baker.
“I have some apples to trade, if you’d like. I just lost some bread in the river, but I think yours is going to better—everything smells amazing. It was sweet bread, I don't know what kind though.” I haul my bag around to my front, opening the flap to dive my arm into it. I flash a sheepish smile. ”The apples are here somewhere.”
She rises, and I smile with an enthusiastic nod, stomach growling in punctuation. I walk beside her, still a little lost in my amazement. I wish I had someone to tell about it… Maybe Nikki? Is he a friend? He could be, I suppose, if I keep seeing him.
The lovely looking bakery comes into view, looking as inviting as dry clothes had been after the rainstorm in Ludo’s Wood. It’s glow draws me in, and I eagerly follow Elizabeth inside. The smell wraps around me like a blanket that’s been by the fire, and I relax from tension I didn’t realise I’ve been carrying. There’s fewer scents that are better than a bakery—it brings me back to sitting in the kitchen while mom did her baking.
I stand behind Elizabeth with my hands clasped behind my back, mouth quirked into a half smile at the interaction. I wonder what he means by session, but I’ll ask later. He’s an interesting man, long and willowy, and so friendly. I should have gone into this shop sooner. When he looks at me, my brows lift, and I glance at Elizabeth… and I nod, looking back at the baker.
“I have some apples to trade, if you’d like. I just lost some bread in the river, but I think yours is going to better—everything smells amazing. It was sweet bread, I don't know what kind though.” I haul my bag around to my front, opening the flap to dive my arm into it. I flash a sheepish smile. ”The apples are here somewhere.”
cause we waited years and years
just to make it worth the tears
to find out that we're not in this alone
so keep your head up high in these hours of the night
so when atlas drops the world on your shoulders, you still won't fall
