Post by Char Spencer on Jul 5, 2016 23:40:44 GMT
A new discovery, a new lead on her brother, Charlotte had found herself sitting outside the city walls. She was gripping tight to a piece of paper with frantic scrawling in one short sentence. It had been over a year since she'd last heard from Will and in his letter he'd told her to let go. He'd told her he wasn't coming back and that she should forget he ever existed. In some respects, she'd done fairly well, living day to day without constantly thinking about him. But she wrote to him once every week. It had started out as a way to get through to him but then became a way to get everything out. She was venting to him through her letters, no longer worrying about if he was receiving them.
A year and a half later and she now knew that he was getting all of them. It wasn't a lot, but coming from Will, a little went a long way.
Home isn't a place, Lottie. It's a feeling.
Char sat with her legs folded, holding too tightly to the piece of paper contemplating what to do with it. She'd kept his last, but did she want to really believe what he was saying? How did he know anything about home? Is that why he'd left? To seek out such a place? Tears sprung to her eyes and she shoved the paper into her pocket.
Footsteps approached her and she held tightly to her knees. It hadn't been the smartest move of hers to make, but it was too late for her to do anything. Her eyes lifted to meet those of the person coming towards her.
A year and a half later and she now knew that he was getting all of them. It wasn't a lot, but coming from Will, a little went a long way.
Home isn't a place, Lottie. It's a feeling.
Char sat with her legs folded, holding too tightly to the piece of paper contemplating what to do with it. She'd kept his last, but did she want to really believe what he was saying? How did he know anything about home? Is that why he'd left? To seek out such a place? Tears sprung to her eyes and she shoved the paper into her pocket.
Footsteps approached her and she held tightly to her knees. It hadn't been the smartest move of hers to make, but it was too late for her to do anything. Her eyes lifted to meet those of the person coming towards her.
