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A loud crash came from the window, it was the morning wind came in and ruined the morning sleep along with the sun rays that penetrate the small gap between the curtain, giving a bright spot in the bedsheets. Diana is alone in Edmund’s bed while her eyes searching for his brother, who’s still sleeping in a couch bed with his blanket covering his face and body except for his brown locks. She smiled and rubbed her eyes approaching the big window and peering at a small figure in the middle of her lawn, it was her father. But there is something else that caught her in the eyes, another small figure but taller. 

It was Sawyer, holding a bag, standing there with his messy brown hair, his head down soaking all of my father’s menacing remarks on him. His hands are trembling with agony so does his heart. 

I gaze at the horrid scene, couldn’t believe my eyes. 

I clenched into a fist and walk downstairs with pain and anger in my heart. 

How could a father do this to her own daughter? 

I’m shaking uncontrollably, struggling to reconcile all my nerves while my feet starting to burn every step. 

His attention was caught by my presence, I was still wearing my nightgown with messy wavy hair, giving him a lop-sided smile, assuring him. Both of them looked at me with a confusing stare while my father is looking stupefy with rage at my behavior. 

While me, 

I give my father a cold glance, holding back my quivering lips to stutter.

“Father, I’m going away far from here. I want to find myself, I want to find peace and solitude or perhaps my own house because I’m tired of being locked upstairs with all of your dull-witted excuses and I despise the fact that your throbbing my best friend’s feeling right in front of my eyes.” 

I can see from the corner of my eyes, Sawyer stealing a glance at me, concern.

My father’s eyes are raging, I just stood still but on the other hand, I just wish for the earth to swallow me. But that doesn’t petrify me enough. I’ve seen worst. 

“Diana Elizabeth! I have never raised you to be this stubborn and ignorant young girl this behavior cannot tolerate any further.” 

I spoke, neglecting all the consequences that might happen and what my father will do to my will and beliefs. I looked at Sawyer, our eyes fixated, lies at each other, forming a decent pattern to exhale this abrupt situation. It was at that moment, he gripped my hand backing away all the menacing words and circumstances like it wasn’t there anymore. My feet are slowly tracing his sense, and I’m pretty astonished by his defiant attitude yet devouring in many ways. I was caught off guard and kept looking away from his eyes. We ran away like there’s no ground; every leap feels untouchable. We ran away, ran like we've never been there.

Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered.

Maybe, I was born ready

Or maybe I wasn’t drawn into a lavish royalty, fame, and agony. 

I left today, forgetting yesterday like there’s no tomorrow and relieving the pain of hollow, having faith in my ecstasy. 

I saw my father cursing at the wind, just left there looking rigid and disgust all over us. 

He wasn’t my father I used to know, he gave up on me and turning away with a petty goodbye. 

I will no longer glance at my past, reminiscing the unfortunate events instead I will move forward with my one foot. The air was thick with possibilities and the tall-thin grass tickled the tip of my toes. I am free as a bird can be. 

We were panting and stood in front of a horse stable. There I saw Edmund, brushing the horses and setting up the leash, 

For us. 

He handed me my suitcase, I barely see light in his eyes, pretty sure it was hard to let me go, even though we’re not blood-related siblings. But our bond is always everlasting. 

“You should come with us Ed, isn’t that what you want?” I’m in desperate need of his consent to persist our bolt of freedom. He was thinking as if my abrupt getaway is only a distraction. 

“Just take care Diana, and you should change your name once you get there into Ingrid Duncan. I’m a little dumbfounded by his suggestion about changing my name. 

“Ed, I don’t think I should change my name,” I exclaimed while looking up to his eyes and hold his hands with extreme grounds of hope. He puts his hand on my shoulder and kneeled, matching my eyes and pull me into a warm hug. I felt at home again, I never feel like one, and now I lost it, tantalized by his yearning.

We break into a hug for a split second, unsure to let go.

Sawyer took a glance at me and smile, checking me if I'm okay.

"Where are you both going to live?" He asked, a concerning look, becoming apparent on his eyes.

"My grandmother lives near Edinburgh, but I think Diana intended to go to central London." He replied.

His expression looked unsure, too abrupt or rather to distant. His eyes turned to Sawyer making a slightly bitter-sweet smile. Ed proceed towards him and gave a small tap on his shoulder.

"Just take care of her."

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