Thomas wandered around Paris every weekend when he was off from school. He got into a college in Paris just for her, and he was going to make sure his hard work and determination wasn't going to waste.
He went through his daily routine, asking around for Lily as best as he could. He took out his city map, and examined it thoroughly. Three-fourths of the map had already been crossed out in tiny red lines, and he headed out to his next destination diligently.
She was lost when he first met her.
But Lily wasn't lost now.
This was simply one of their games of hide and seek, and like he always did when they were kids, he was going to find her. Just in a slightly larger scale. Paris was a bit bigger than the Borough Market after all, but giving up never even crossed his mind.
It wouldn't be long. Probably in the span of the next few days, even.
He could feel it.
...she was never too good in hiding from him, anyway.
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Lost Lily
Short StoryHe rushed through the streets of the Borough Market, passing quaint flower stalls and antique shops. This was his home, and he just liked roaming the streets once in a while. She ran through the crowd passing khaki pants, floral skirts, and ripped...
