Break Between Time

Chapter 2

One of the best joys in life is peace and quiet. For some, it comes and goes and for others that opportunity never arrives. Silence can be wanted and unwanted. For example, when you do a stand-up routine and no one laughs- you don't want silence. But if you've got a headache that won't go away, maybe a bit of quiet wouldn't hurt.

Right now, Bea couldn't enjoy the silence more.

She still felt slightly bad about leaving Eden like that. As of right now, she thought that next time she'd listen to him more, but she didn't know how she'd feel next time. She usually says that when she ignores Eden, but it keeps happening again and again. He just hasn't noticed it until now.

The crunch of the leaves was a nice sound to fill the air. That and an occasional wind whistle and twig snap. Those noises, she didn't mind. Those noises, she loved. It was one of the few things she did love, apparently.

She remembers back to when she was a kid every time she walks through these woods. She would usually play fairy tale with Candice, like what Josh Hutcherson and AnnaSophia Robb did in that heartbreaking movie. Except, no one died from their make-believe adventures.

Nostalgia is also a thing she loves. It's a reminder of when all she worried about in life was Jill Greene never returning her brand new mechanical pencils she "borrowed."

All of a sudden, a wet sensation covered the entirety of her left foot and splashed lightly on her other leg. She yelped at the drop and groaned at the dirty water staining her white socks and converse. She eyes shot down at the damage and followed the watery trail up the hill.

Good. All she had to do was travel up the long hill for ten kilometers and she'd wound up between the Nelson's and the Colebridge's house. Only three away from the Hudson's.

As she walked, the natural breeze was strong enough to blow her hair off her shoulders, but not crazy enough to whip it around in a crazy mess. That would be cool for the picture. She thought. Maybe I could convince Candice to model for me. She would offer Mary, but she knew the second she mentioned "posing," Mary would stop listening.

The section of wood she was in caused immediate déjà vu, knowing she'd been here before. Next thing she knew, she was veering off track for a little bit. She went left from the stream, so all she had to do was turn around and she'd be back. And she was glad she did.

And time would make her realize that straying off course would change her life. In a good or bad way? That would be a judgment call.

She almost gasped at the scene that laid in front of her. There was an old fashion stone well surrounded by autumn colored leaves and brown barked tree. Vines crawled up the sides like it's been there for centuries. It's been there for as long as she could remember, so maybe it is that old.

She stepped back and framed the alluring picture with her hands as if it were the screen of her camera. Scratch that previous thought, this would be her natural beauty project. Childhood memories and picture-perfect scenery said was the photo child of the theme both on the inside and out.

She knew she'd lose the spot she's marking, but she got the idea.

After plenty of observing, Bea approached the well to see if it had anything more to offer. As much as she could tell, it didn't. The vines continued down the entirety of the well and began to cover the ground. It did look nice.

The sun that leaked between the branches of the trees shone down on the insides of the well. A glint on the bottom made Bea lean down in on it. It was like a piece of glass was reflecting the light. Bea assumed that was what it was.

She moved back and away from the well but took a few photos with her phone in case she forgot where it was. Though she doubted it.

Oddly enough, this was a hard spot to forget to remember.