The fear and anxiety threaten to overwhelm me as I gently place my dress on my bed. Stay cool, stay calm.
This may be your last and only chance.
I reach for my purse and bag and head out the door, knowing I have a certain time limit to be out and about. The people don't like a change in schedule.
I run my hands through Zunals soft fur as we head to the shops. My list is short and not many food items I have to buy.
I decided to just get some food and go. It's better being alone and I have to prepare.
Having done this more times than I can count I check out my items and place the money on the counter to pay and head out.
The silence is calming to me in a way and I feel safe, like I don't have to resort to violence, letting all my worries rush into the wind.
As I leap over the steps of the porch I see something. That something was a drawing. A drawing I didn't want to see.
A picture of me... being hung. Sighing, I chuck the drawing in the bin and head inside. The aroma of lavender and mint helps me relax as I chop the vegetables, making sure not to loose concentration as my hands fidget with my hair.
I boil some soup and head out the door, cloak wrapped tightly around my body so I wont be seen.
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Storie d'amoreLilian has stayed hidden for her sins for all her life but still fought the loneliness each passing day. She longed for understanding and kindness but who would want to be friends with a witch. The only way to find people is to hide in plain sight...
