There wasn't in any sense; a shortage of the things that haunted narezza . But the face of the pretty lady who held her when she was months old outdid every one of them. She was the last narezza knew of anyone who could be her parent. She didn't know how she remembered all this, her only assumption was extraordinarily fine memory of events. Another memory she quite couldn't get rid of was Antonio's. In the 7 months they were friends a lot had changed.
But just like everything narezza loved he disappeared to.
A month ago
"Narezza I have something for you!"
"you do?"
"yeah I made it" his little eager voice echoes.
"what is it?" narezza questions.
"nothing special but here" he tries to sound casual, handing her a little box.
"Antonio!" she squeals " this is beautiful!" the ring truly was, not because it was made of silver, good or gems... But it was made with effort. Although it was made of paper the fact that he knew her ring size made her feel loved.
She still had the ring... But had lost the forger.
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A week ago
"Antonio I'm here"
"Antonio?" the house was a fully quiet.
"oh come on we all know you are a horrible trickster" but no one came... Not even scrables- Antonio's squirrel-.
But no one was home. So she decided to enter. She had never seen the place even though Antonio had invited her several times.
But what she had seen in there made her almost through up. It still did. In the safety of her own tree house she had built in the inspiration of Antonio's.
This was the precise thing she had gone there to show him a week ago...
YOU ARE READING
To all the places I've lived
FantasíaIn a world full of lies, riddles, loopholes, and prophecies the survival of little Narezza seems hard. A girl who was made orphan Life was on edge until sweet little Antonio joins her... And that's where the death begins, will she make a bargain a...
