LUKAN
I stood staring down at the pack below, one hand thrust into my pocket and the other holding a tumbler.
My mind was far away and it went back to the discussion I had with my mother , Julietta .
I took another sip , savoring the taste , the cold liquid ran down my throat , warming it
Thinking about Merida , I felt there was so much I needed to know about her.
It seems she was a shadow , like she just wasn't existing and when I turn away she might just vanish.
I exhaled and poured myself another glass of vodka .
I guess they were still a lot of things that I just didn't know about her , it seems there were many things I might never know about her
"Why does it seems like mother knows so much about her ?" I muttered myself taking another sip.
There was a piece of the puzzle
