“Try as much as possible to find beauty in every day.”
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~ Elizabeth ~
The walk to Patrick’s wasn’t particularly long in distance, but it felt longer than usual—probably because of the thoughts that wouldn’t stop spinning in my head.
Mom hadn’t asked many questions when I told her about the project. I wish she had…
I was this close to opening up to her. If only she had shown a little more curiosity.
But she didn’t.
Who could blame her though?
I reached Patrick’s street just as Evie’s words echoed in my mind: “The house with a blue roof and a small little frontal garden of tulips.”
I had asked her how she knew where he lived, and she simply shrugged.
“Everyone knows where.”
I slowly walked up to the house and knocked gently on the front door.
“Coming!” a youthful voice rang ou
