Never coming Home.
The words flipped over on her lips when she spoke them. Her eyes sad and glassy.
The pitch of her voice tinged with questions in every syllable.
“What’s there to live for when you can never come Home?” She hardly made it through the whole sentence. Nobody listened anyway. It was only her, her and her haunting memories
“Home might be right around the corner but never welcomes you back. So, why do you keep on?”

The Story of a Girl who felt her world rushing, breaking down when he gave her that glance that couldn’t mean anything but goodbye.
A girl who never shied away trying to say goodbye herself but simply coudn’t figure out how to leave.
The Story of a Home gone absent and a girl always on the run, secretly masterminding little creative explosions that would make him smile or wonder. Making sure, above all, he would never find out it was her…