"Have you ever thought about love?"
"No..."
"Er, yes, I am thinking about how much I fell in love with you, friend! Mind error!" She thought messily.
.
A love that was betwixt two girls. Girls.
.
Ely BROWN had a whole mansion to herself. With co...
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This Fall Will be the Fall That I Fall for You
What I covet for isn't Lucy, not that I will tell; it is a romance that has an everlasting magic, not a wilting spell. But that fling withered like my life in Narnia.
She viciously scribbled the recounting of the, basically only a story now, 'cause, she was the same, without Lucy.
Dear diary, I'm not all right.
Ely slammed her diary shut.
She grabbed her suit case and dragged her feet downstairs.
"You'll like it in France, my dear." Professor Diggory smiled.
He patted her shoulder and the maids gave her a curt nod for her goodbye party.
It made Ely wonder if the real celebration began after she left, and she thought of what pretty nice pastries they'd eat and what games they'd play while she, a sweet vibrant child sat on a cold train, with glaring passengers, hardened from the war.
Ely situated herself down, lost in the meadows out the window, searching for comfort from her father's words that she can only see quickly written from now on. He was a busy, working class man now.
It was a beautiful moor, but it was hideous compared to Ely's memory of Lucy.
That night Ely laid down on the hardwood and itchy velvet seat, falling asleep with eyes forced open from her oversized tear drops.
After almost fourteen years, her home where her whole world was only ever built, was going to be sold off to the highest auction bidder, and Ely was never going to see her world again.
Here comes the boarding school, full of children her age...and ruler beating teachers, it was drawing near. But how could a hard ruler, and children ever be nice if her old, mannered father is the only kind person around in her auctioned off world?
She wouldn't ever go back, maybe never go back to her only support system, her father.
She lost her friends, her romance, her father, her true blue parents...
A dark navy blue turtleneck tightened around her throat like she was allergic. Puffy eyes wouldn't even allow her vision on the ride there, so she might have been.
Off at the train station, she gave up on her old metal bike from an old news' rusty garage that had its final tire popped. Off by the junkyard, Ely shoved into all the other discarded shit. Among the clutter, emerged a cat with a seeming permanent hissing gaped mouth.
"Don't hate me when I love you!!," shouted Ely quietly into the surrounding mountains of trash.
Pagan decorations filled the many infamous festivals where every passerby turned their nose up and scoffed at the workers.
Ely touched a few nicknacks and snuck into the spicy sweet scented vendors along the way to absolutely nowhere.
"I could get used to this," mumbled Ely, finding comfort in the adults' glares and the cool dressed kids' excitement.
"But not as used as I once was with the once in a lifetime kind of person ..."
At an ungodly hour, she was forced to recall her first anxiety of meeting the unmentionable kids for the first time; she rather wallow in her self pity and melancholy for the moment till she gathered enough strength from lying in bed days.
"What would make her not mad at me ..." mumbled Ely, walking over to a tree.
"I'll carve our initials-"
Hiss, hiss.
Ely gaped up.
"Or I'll be a fireman today, that works." Ely shrugged, climbing up the branches to the unlucky black cat that was loved by halloween and hated by horse show, luck hungry maniacs.
"Come here-ahh!"
On her boney ass, she landed. The cat, with claws out, dug into her sweater, into her stomach. Without flinching, she cuddled into the black fur.
"Don't hate me, don't hate me, not me..."
The cat though, did not run from her, instead, it sat and watched her vacuously, but it seemed more lifeless than vacuous.
Ely barked at it, and still it stayed.
Pleased, she tried to to carry it in the direction of her last known location.
Ely always tried to touch feral animals, but they always escaped quickly, so when she was finally able to pick one up, thrill isn't what she found.
"Huh. I thought it'd feel better than this." She admitted.
The cat looked up from her arms with its big eyes, so Ely offered a comfort fueled smile.
"Let's go. Let me," began Ely.
"write one love letter to someone I never admitted my love for. My love. , my love, myyy lovvve." Ely exaggerated, holding the cat tighter out on the sidewalk.
She wouldn't let that cat go at least, but Lucy was still lost in England, so Ely was gonna find love in her Miss Americana world.
