A/N: This picture has nothing to do with the book, but I want this bed.
We left and now we're in the middle of yet another field. There's so much land out in the world. I knew there was a lot, but I didn't think it was this bad.
"This is going to take forever. We're never getting home."
"We will."
"You think I'm going to die? -"
He nods.
"I didn't even get to say what happened."
"Death is inevitable."
"Not that, you goof. I walked into a counter and now there's this weird looking line on my side."
I lift up the side of my shirt and point at it. He inspects it.
"You're definitely going to die. Tomorrow probably."
I put my shirt back down and follow him as he walks away.
"It's your fault I'm going to die tomorrow."
"How?"
"You didn't tell me there was a counter."
"Are you blind?"
"Yes."
He rolls his eyes and bonks me on the head with the map. I feel betrayed.
"Tell me how old you are?"
"Why?"
"So, I can steal your identity."
He scrunches his nose.
"I don't think you want it."
"Why not?"
"There's no unicorns in it."
"That is truly so sad. I would never wish to live a life like that."
He nods. I'm not good at acting serious. I can't stop smiling. My face shall forever hurt.
"Does my snoring bother you? Pa told me I snore like an elephant. I never heard one before, but they must be loud."
"Oh, you are self-aware. The whole building was about to collapse. I'm surprised they let you stay. Next time we're in a city, it's best you stay on the street."
I can't tell if he's joking or not. He looks so serious all the time.
"No one has ever told me that before."
"There's a first time for everything and after the past two days, that time has come. Now you owe me all the unicorns for the suffering I went through."
"Am I really that bad?"
"Yes... - No."
"Had me tricked. Not very proper of you."
He looks at me for just a moment of time. I swear, he didn't look as sad. He wasn't smiling but he wasn't frowning so much.
"Then kiss my non-proper ass if it bothers you."
"That wouldn't be proper of me."
"I guess not... What's the fun in that?"
"Huh?"
"What's the point in being proper?"
"It keeps order."
"What if there's no order to begin with?"
"Then it creates order."
"There's still no point."
"Why not?"
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The Runaway
Fantasi19-year-old Vivienne is taken away from her kingdom on a little trip gone wrong. What happens when she meets a mysterious man who won't tell her about himself or comes and goes as he pleases? Will she ever get back to her home or be stuck in this ki...
