My best enemy

Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?

Liam, too, began to pick through the assorted fruits and vegetables, doing his best to select items that weren’t quite ripe in an effort to make them last longer in his cupboard. ”I’m not picky, but I’m not a huge fan of bananas,” he said, trying to decide between a few apples. Discarding one because of a bruise, he tucked two others into his bag. ”It’s something about the texture. Same thing with mashed potatoes - I’ll eat them any other way, though.” A few peppers made it into the bag, and a couple of said potatoes. ”What about you?”

He waited for Maea to haggle for her food, then repeated the process for himself before they moved on to other merchants. Soon, his bags were full of the produce he’d purchased, a few different types of bread (both for his own tastes and to hopefully cover Maea’s preferences), and some butter and other dairy items. At the last moment, he snagged a little smoked meat with a rueful smile at Maea; though he had the utmost confidence in their coming hunt, he supposed it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared just in case.

”I thought we could try the Stone Symphony,” he said. ”There’s a little glen I found that seems to be a favorite of deer - unless it’s moved.” Which was always a possibility.

Who do you want to forget?
Who forgot you long ago?

Liam