25
Rue
Walking past a chocolate shop, I stop and look at the beautiful display. Macaron towers, a chocolate fountain, many chocolate collections already boxed up together and looking gorgeous… there is a lot to look at. I think about going inside to get something delicious for Dryas.
What would he like?
As I wonder that, I catch my own reflection in the glass window. A fair redheaded girl with a basketful of groceries on one arm and a baguette sticking out from beneath the other arm. For some reason, looking at myself reflected makes me sad. I turn and wander away from the window, but I can’t leave my sadness behind so easily.
If only.
Sighing, I continue my afternoon walk. Dryas doesn’t like the idea of me going anywhere by myself, but here I am. He’s been so mopey since he saw his
