Blind Baking

the journey

The pearly white van drove ahead. Citrine and her mother behind.

Citrine had her head laid on the car window, the coldness washing over her cheek.

It was raining.

As she watched the raindrops race down the window she thought about how perfect the weather was for the occasion.

Dark and dreary.

Just how she felt.

It was as if the land they had lived on was mourning their absence.

She gazed at the forests until the last traces of familarty were nowhere to be seen.

This was it.

It was actually happening.

There was no turning back.

She thought about a lot on that journey, letting herself get caught up in her head instead of what was going to be occuring in less than 2 days;

The weather.

The house.

The fields.

And finally her father.

She thought carefully about what he would think about this.

She knew he would be upset and that made her smile. At least someone shared the same views as her, she knew he would, they both loved where they lived so dearly.

Well.. did.

She wiped away a couple of stray tears before her mother could catch a glance at her reflection in the window.

She felt a sudden heaviness come over her eyes.
Then the darkness her eyelids provided swallowed the light.

She let it.

There was nothing she could do either way.

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Well there you go! Another chapter of this story! :]

My uploads are going to be random as I write at night if I have an idea and publish the next day.

This story will not all be about nature soon it will go into citrine's experiences of the city over the years and you will find out why it's called blind baking 😲😲😲😲

Also the chapters are short so that I can hopefully stretch out the length of the story. plus it leaves more oppurtunity for editing!

°~☆-yours, Kieran-☆~°

(329 words- including the authors note)