The girl had her eyes closed. She felt the urge still, the urge to return home. It whispered to her brain, and made her want to come home. Her home, the last time she visited, was at war. She had grown sick of the fighting, and spoke out about it. The bickering only manage to become worse. And the girl slipped away once again. She had been falling away for weeks now, and that was the last straw. She had finally ran away. But her troubles only haunted her.
"I'm Done." The girl's sister said. The girl opened her eyes, and followed her sister. They were twins, but now you wouldn't have guessed. The older gilr lead her to the mirror. The girl stared back at herself, Her hair back to a raven black, no longing to dyed blond.
"Thanks Des." She whisper. Des smiled. "You're finally coming home. It's the least I could do." The black haired girl rolled her eyes. "I don't know if this is going to be good. Especially since my memories haven't fully returned of being Inera.”
As soon as she said the name, he head started to throb. Images and sounds filled her head. She clenched her fists, and gritted her teeth. Minutes later, her pain faded. Des looked at her in concern. “It’s gonna be fine.”
A guy with brown hair and green eyes entered the room. “I got the keys for the apartment. The girl gave him a small smile. “Thanks Aaron.” Her brother nodded. She took the keys and looked at Des. “Come over with the rest of the Gang soon. “ Des nodded.
The girl pulled on her black windbreaker. An umbrella lay by the door, and she took it. The weather never stayed the same for long. Outside, heavy rain poured down. Others were out on the streets, focused on the places they needed to go. She opened the umbrella, and walked down the street. The puddles damped her boots.
She reached the giant apartment building, and opened the door, shutting her umbrella. She entered the empty elevator, and pressed the button for the 17th floor. She hated elevators, for the cramped space made her restless. After what seemed to be forever, the doors opened, and she stepped out.
At the far left, there was a door with the name Livvy written on the plate near the door. She opened it, and layed down the umbrella. The now shining sun gleamed through the windows. Livvy, the girl, opened the doors to the balcony. Her nose picked up the scent of coffee and donuts from a nearby shop. She stood there, looking around.
She was Home.
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