Maps

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Pen was at the Great Hall writing songs. Her new hobby. She often wrote about how she missed Eret or how she felt.

But every day at the Great Hall seemed the same. Every day she'd be sitting at the same bench, doing something in the same notebook and at the same time every day the same couple walks by and sits at the same table. And today, the exact thing happened...again.

Astrid and Eret walked by. Pen just kept on writing. They sat three tables in front of her and talked.

"Go sit somewhere else for Thor's sake." Pen thought.

As soon as Pen looked back to her paper, Eret looked behind him and glanced at Pen when Astrid was telling him something.

"Are you even listening to me?" Astrid broke his focus.

Eret turned back to her. "Yeah, sorry I just got...." He took one more quick glance at Pen before continuing the conversation with Astrid.

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Pen was in her room looking at all the songs that she had written over the past month. My bleeding heart. Wishing. Close my eyes. Hello: All of these songs had to do with her life. Then Pen came to the one she had been writing in the Great Hall. It was called Maps. Pen had never sung one of her songs before. She didn't think she was that good. (Or so she thought) But she gave it a shot anyways and began to sing her latest song.

I miss the taste of the sweet life

I miss the conversation

I'm searching for a song tonight

I'm changing all of the stations

I like to think that we had it all

We drew a map to a better place

But on that road I took a fall

Oh baby why did you run away?

I was there for you

In your darkest times

I was there for you

In your darkest nights

But I wonder where were you

When I was at my worst

Down on my knees

And you said you had my back

So I wonder where were you

All the roads you took came back to me

So I'm following the map that leads to you

The map that leads to you

Ain't nothing I can do

The map that leads to you

Following, following, following to you

The map that leads to you

Ain't nothing I can do

The map that leads to you

Following, following, following

I hear your voice in my sleep at night

Hard to resist temptation

'Cause all these strangers come over me

Now I can't get over you

No I just can't get over you

I was there for you

In your darkest times

I was there for you

In your darkest nights

But I wonder where were you

When I was at my worst

Down on my knees

And you said you had my back

So I wonder where were you

All the roads you took came back to me

So I'm following the map that leads to you

The map that leads to you

Ain't nothing I can do

The map that leads to you

Following, following, following to you

The map that leads to you

Ain't nothing I can do

The map that leads to you

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Yeah yeah yeah

Oh oh

Oh I was there for you

Oh In you darkest times

Oh I was there for you

Oh In your darkest nights

Oh I was there for you

Oh In you darkest times

Oh I was there for you

Oh In your darkest nights

But I wonder where were you

When I was at my worst

Down on my knees

And you said you had my back

So I wonder where were you

All the roads you took came back to me

So I'm following the map that leads to you

The map that leads to you

Ain't nothing I can do

The map that leads to you

Following, following, following to you

The map that leads to you

Ain't nothing I can do

The map that leads to you

Following, following, following.

 (Maps belongs to Maroon 5. No copy write intended.)

Little did she know, Eret had come home already and heard the whole thing from outside the bedroom door. He wanted to come in and tell her how great she sounded and ask her if she wrote the song herself, but he didn't want to repeat the incident a couple weeks ago when Pen threw the axe at his head.

He wondered if that song was about how she felt about him.

As he walked down the stairs to leave, he thought. "Yup. It probably is."

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Yeah I know short chapter by I hope you guys liked it anyways!

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