The Red Hair Land

Ch12: Hello Out There

" Watch it to where it goes " Dallas says at last, " ... until you know where it gives the most "

While leaving, the younger man's corner of sight followed his movements, blank-faced.

And that's the last of him, until his remains vanished by time, and Caleb knew he was all alone for sure.

" ... Thanks " alone he uttered, his head unmoved as his hand went down in his pants, taking out the book Lily found, letting a finger through the papers, until a half got lifted, hanging in the air, with the paper upfront had that drawing of Casamir, " truly .. really "

He gave the river a short glance, then walked away, then stopped near the trees, with a good distance.

You Janus fool.

Quietly, Caleb walked forward, his eyes following it to where it can lead.

We've already talked about this.

Some people can't always give you what you want, they just stumble across the road with you, fibbing with you, holding something in their heads that may or may not be what you want.

You could've done more and you know that.

They might try to reach, but when the hesitation gives them a slap, they may not try to get on their feet.

Your very call is a flavor for them, in all senses!

The tree didn't shake, on its harsh wood ran down the blood of his smacked hand under.

He took a deep breath, a strong one out of those lungs, then let it out in a big sigh, looking down with the book on his other hand.

A thought mumbled in his mind, " ... if so, you just take what you want before leaving, you don't need to say anything "
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" .... Nana? " Willa called, opening the dark room, and to be met with Zofia's back given to her with the chair she was sitting on, a plate of half pasta in her hand, " you haven't finished– "

" Did it go? "

" ....... " Willa's briefly for–the–sake–of–it–wondering expression fell, already knowing that she unfortunately guessed right, " .. it's gone now, you don't have to worry about it "

" And I suppose I shouldn't think you're lying to my face? " Zofia turned to her, looking up and down with an unimpressed look, " thrashing it all under the skin of your back? "

Willa sighed, letting her other hand go through her hair, her face was in no mood to be expressive, " you and I know you wouldn't be pleased either way ", she took a step away, " I'm only here for a simple question, you can be honest but not for this "

" You think I wanted him to go? " Zofia's tired face hardened, standing up, " you think I simply agreed because you two cads rushed to the end and expected me to retreat because it was ' overdue ', as you'd all call it? "

Willa didn't utter a word, as quiet as ever while Zofia stepped forward, her eyes got smaller, " and because his flesh and blood didn't bother to come when he's the one who left, doesn't make now an expected time for the sentimentalism season "

" ....... " She just looked at the older woman blankly, who intensively looked her in the eye, " but now he's a man " in blank calmness, she informed her of her past words, looking aside, her blue eyes half opened, " and as such, he should know how to deal with his choices "

She kept the pity in the back of her head, away from the back of her eyes, Grandma Zofia abhors pitiness.

The elder kept on that stern look, but without that raised eyebrow, which Willa considered to be a good thing.

" Leave it on my bed " she told, once again turning her back as she walked to her nightstand, her hand reached to hold on of her taken books.

" Alright .. " Willa shrugged her shoulders in a faint tone, going straight towards it.

" .. Did Eleanor call? "

" .... No " she answered, in her mind, a lavishly dressed woman in her hair, laughing with her head up, laughing under that burnt-orange light.

" Wilhelm " the elder called out, more serious in tone as she demanded.

Willa's shoulders went from raised up to left down with a groan in her core, annoyance itching her face, for once she wants to know what her statue of a mother was thinking when she was kicking.

" It was anything but sentimental ... " she looked away, in the end of it almost whispering, not wanting to remember, " she seems to know your style very well "

" ...... " for a moment, Zofia's eyes looked down just with her eyebrows, her lips pursed, as if to say something, of course she would.

" ... Is Bozo still on? " in a calmer tone, spilling some softness, she asked.

" With the lion, why? "

" Keep it on " she took her plate and made her out, " I .. will be there .. do what you want "
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To be continued