"I know this is difficult for you, all of you, but we're facing problems here too." Her voice filled with pain and worry. Evelyn wasn't one for sympathy, she had beer been. She was a cruelly strict leader, never letting anyone escape punishment. Most found her suspicious, mysterious. And what was strange about her was that she had never shown emotion, like a soulless robot. Who was the real Evelyn Murphy? A question the whole country wanted an answer to.
"I cannot discuss the problems we face here in London, but I will say that they are being resolved. Anyway, on behalf of my colleagues, who are occupied elsewhere, we want to apologise for this situation. Evacuation is always out last resort, but we can reassure you that this is not permanent. Thank you for your time"
Shouts erupted as her stern expression faded. Confused eyes searched the crowd, looking for an answer. Murmurs began to spread. Willing her feet to move, to find her mother, they seemed to be glued to the ground.
"Juliet" A stifled cry slithered through the air, crisscrossing through the maze of heads. As if automatically her feet dragged her forward, toward the source of the cry. "Juliet" Sounding clearer, her head whipped in every direction, searching the sea of hair and hats. Hands gripped her shoulders. The strong hands spun her round, blurring her vision. When her head stopped spinning her eyes focused and found a beautiful, tall girl stood before her. Glossy chestnut brown hair flowed gracefully down to her waist, dancing in the light. Intriguing eyes glistening in the sun's spotlight. "Joules, I found you". Happiness spread across her face and constructed a perfect smile.
"Taylor" Her voice soaked with relief as she wrapped her arms around her. Enjoying a moment of peace and happiness, she remembered her mother and it turned abruptly to anxiety. Escaping the embrace, she faced Taylor, worry creeping into her thoughts. "Have you seen my mom?!" Taylor nodded silently, avoiding Juliet's eyes. She grasped her hand and took the lead, with Juliet falling into step behind.
Squeezing through gaps in the crowd's tight formation was a difficult task to endure, but they finally made it to the edge. With Taylor increasing her pace, Juliet struggled to keep up. She didn't know what had happened to her mother or where she was, but she had to find her.
As Taylor led her down a slim cobblestoned path lined with daisies she stopped, like she was waiting for someone. It was dull and the sky was turning grey, but Juliet saw the beauty here, like her mother always did. Warmth and happiness took over her dark thoughts, relieving her of worry.
Taylor looked up at her, finally making eye contact. She stood there for a moment, attempting to form a sentence in her mind.
Taking a deep breath, like the next thing she was going to say would be the hardest thing she would ever have to say. Juliet prepared herself.
"Joules, before you go in I should tell you what's happened." Her eyes were now swimming in water. She blinked, liberating a tear and letting it streak down her cheek. "Your mom, Joules, she's sick".
