every thursday, memories of that time flooded lorie's head...
lucy's warm hands holding tightly onto hers, their shiny red boots sinking into the wet, squishy mud... the sound of rain falling onto the black umbrella shielding their heads.
"i love rain lorie, don't you? i love walking in the woods with you- oh look! there it is! a midnight flower!", squealed lucy in excitement as she reached for the withering flower.
"lucy! don't move the umbrella away! i'm getting rained on!", lorie shouted, annoyed for obvious reasons. but that annoyed feeling turned into fear within a matter of seconds... the second lucy reached out to grab the black flower, lighting started striking at random trees and thunder started booming in the black clouds above. then... gone.
lucy was gone, just like that.
the only things moving at that moment were the swaying trees and the rain flying at lorie's small, blond head and the black umbrella flying in the wind.
lorie would often whisper to herself 'it's been nine years lorie. nine years... i need to forget and forgive. but why did lucy have to die? why couldn't it have been me. WHY.' the more she tries to forget, the more thoughts flood her head. the more thoughts flood her head, the more she seems to wonder; why did lucy have die? and how did she actually die, all she remembers it her beloved twin sister turning into thin air... or maybe she isn't dead.
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under the black umbrella | tinymandyy
Adventuremy thoughts, my head. all flooded. flooded with the tragic thoughts of lucy... i loved lucy. and they took her away. they. will. pay.
