Help me make sense of this // Milana Apr 30, 2020 11:39:44 GMT -5
Post by Natalie Dunham on Apr 30, 2020 11:39:44 GMT -5
[attr="class","dilyrics3"]I've always been the one to say the first goodbye. Had to love and lose a hundred million times. Had to get it wrong to know just what I like. Now I'm fallin'. You say my name like I have never heard before I'm indecisive but this time I know for sure. I hope I'm not the only one that feels it all
[attr="class","dilyric3"]Are you falling?
[attr="class","dibody3"]The first two weeks after Natalie had returned to her original time, Natalie had been ordered home by her grandmother. Her aunt had hugged her for what felt like hours on end, crying her eyes out. While neither her aunt nor grandmother had experienced the same days in time that Natalie had, they had felt something, especially her grandmother. It might be her connection to nature that made her sense all things natural and unnatural, Natalie had no idea how her grandmother knew things and she was not about to question it. Willingly, Natalie went home to Surrey, to the small Dunham cottage by the countryside. Being at home was healing in itself. Her grandmother cooked and her aunt gardened while her father kept to himself in his study. All was as it was, quiet and safe. However, there were so many questions left unanswered in Natalie's mind. She needed someone to talk to who wouldn't brush her feelings off as just the natural way of things, not that they weren't natural, she just needed her best friend to help sort them out! After week two, Natalie announced that she was returning to Alvdalen. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate her family's worries, after all, Natalie had survived the sinking of a ship and almost frozen to death. But Natalie needed her own space. There were lots of confusing thoughts about what had happened during her time away, and those thoughts needed an outsiders opinion. To be more precise, she needed Milana Anjali Krishnan 's opinion.
The rosy hues of whites and pink flowers announced the arrival of early spring. All around campus soft, lush, green hues and darling buds hung low and high, the sweet scent of blossoms hanging in the air as lazy bumblebees and early butterflies awoke from their slumber. Natalie felt as if she couldn't get back to their apartment quickly enough, especially after making plans with Milana to meet her there later that afternoon. The weather was appropriately warm for a later April evening, which made an impressive contrast to the past month. Natalie hurried as she apparated from the train station, eager to her friend again. She opened the door, half expecting Milana to already be there. However, she had not yet arrived, which gave Natalie ample time to settle back into her room. She flung her bags on the floor as she changed into more comfortable attire. Her hair was a large mess of blonde waves, so she pulled it back into a messy ponytail. She smiled as she took a moment to tend to her small herbal garden near her bedroom window, thankful that Milana had taken a moment to care for them while she had been ordered back to the Dunham cottage.
[attr="class","ditags3"]MID-APRIL 2043 / 458 WORDS
Milana Anjali Krishnan
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