Forever Young

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     My seventeen year old eyes watch the daisies praise the sun, gently dipping down then up again. I roll in the field like a child, soaking up the sun I've missed. A dark basement is not where I'm willing to put effort into my work.

     I don't want to be my aunts apprentice. I don't wish to make candles. But no one cares what I wish... except David.

     "Lucina!" His voice finds its way into my heart. I look up at him leaned against an old oak tree. I run and wrap him in a hug.

     "I was starting to think something happened to you. Where have you been?"

     "Stupid apprentice work. I missed our weekly swim didn't I?"

     He raises his eyebrows and I know what he's up to. A smirk spreads across his face. He tags me and takes off running towards the river.

     "You-ugh!"

     "What's stopping us from going now!?" he calls over his shoulder.

     I glance down at my light sun dress then back at Daniel who's now waiting at the wood line. I smile then race towards him.

     "Lucina!" This was not his voice. This was my mother calling me for daily chores. My spirits sink, and hard. So much work and not enough time to myself. I glance at the wood line and in that mysterious way, he's gone, like vapor whisked away by the wind. How he did it, I wish I knew. There are many things about him that go unanswered. Like when we swim.

     No, it's not just a playful swim. I almost don't know how to explain it. The simple river becomes an ocean and then that ocean becomes filled with streets. Then the streets fill with people, alive with their busyness.

     When I have to wait to float to the cobble stone walk ways I become impatient. I'm always eager to visit the baker with his fresh rolls or the seamstress making some of the most beautiful gowns. Here, poverty is not found in the vocabulary of the people. Far different from our hard working town who fights over every penny.

     These people walk in the finest clothing down the streets, not a care in the world. They never grow older, as if time had been suspended in mid air but life refused to stop. The children will always be children, the young adults will always be apprentices, and the elders shall never die.

     The baker, as kind and humble as any could be, has been my good friend since I was 9. His name is John and looks as if he is in his late forties, with salt and peppered hair. The seamstress, Alice, who is still quite young, is very energetic and is fascinated with the way I grow. I've know her since I was 11.

     But now that I'm older I have barley any time to visit the place I love so dear. It seems like the things in life that are wonderful are things that you never get enough of and the things that you dread you get it so abundantly. But I guess that's what makes it special.

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     Sorry for the short chapter.

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