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The next few minutes went by in a blur as Will held a wet Lydia in his arms half faint and weak from some potion? What did those stupid faeries give her? And why are they all human sized now? Weren’t they supposed to be small? Will hugged Lydia tightly. He had finally gotten her back. No one was going to steal her from him again.

He still remembered that day she left him. It was the one day he remembered every minute of.

That morning, it had been raining. He was walking with her to the park, lending her his raincoat so that she wouldn’t get wet. She was abnormally quiet that day.



“What are you thinking about?”


“You’re really quiet today.”

“I am? I didn’t notice that.” She sounded far away.

“Are you sure you don’t have something you want to tell me?” Will insisted.

“No. I’m completely sure.”

In that fashion, the conversation was dropped. But Will continued to notice how Lydia refused to speak. She was thinking about something. Something that was bugging her a lot. Why wouldn’t she tell him?

Later that day they finally stopped in the park. The sun just came out and everything was still wet. There was no one there yet.

“Lia? Are you sure you’re ok?” Will couldn’t stand just see his little Lydia suffer in her own mind. If there was a problem, they’ll solve it together.

“Will?” Lydia finally spoke up.


“I think I need to tell you something.”

Finally. Will sighed with relief. “What?”

Lydia took a deep breath as she rocked back and forth on her heels. She looked nervous.

“Lia. You’re rocking again.”

“Oh.” She quickly stopped before she spoke up again.

“I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“What?” Will looked at her bewildered.

“I’m leaving tomorrow for New York. I’m going to college”

“What do you mean you’re leaving tomorrow?”

“You understand my circumstances. I can’t stay in that torturous house forever! I have to leave! They will kill me! Look at what they did to me!” She pulled back her sleeve and revealed a long cut that extended from her shoulder down to her wrist.  There was a matching one on her other arm.

“But you can’t just leave tomorrow!” Will pleaded.

“No Will. I’ve waited too long. I just can’t stand it anymore. 14 years of torture and abuse. There wasn’t one night I wasn’t afraid to go home. Even during the holidays! I’ve had enough of this!”

“But you can’t just leave so suddenly! What about your friends? Or.... me?” He trailed off, the reality finally struck him. “You’re not leaving me are you?”

Lydia looked up at him with sad eyes. “I’m sorry.” She finally responded.

“No! Lia! You are not leaving me!” He lunged forward and grabbed her as if she was leaving already, “You can’t just leave me! What am I going to do!”

“I have to go.” The girl said trying to suppress a sob. “You can come with me if you want. But I know you’ll need to stay to support your family.” Lydia turned away, wiping a tear off her face.

“No. No. No. This isn’t true. This is just a dream. I’ll wake up and then my Lia will be with me like always.” He whispered. “I send the papers and she’ll be waiting for me after I finish. Then we’ll walk in the park everyday. Nothing will change. Th- this is just a dream.”

“Will!” Tears were streaming down Lydia’s face. She grabbed him and shook him. “Wake up! This isn’t a dream!”

Will’s eyes were vacant for a moment. When he stared down at her again, something was broken. Lydia wiped the single tear that rolled down his cheek and kissed him.

“I love you.” She whispered in his ear. Then she turned and left. Only the sun remained...

Will hugged Lydia even tighter as he thought of that day. She was pale, weak, and faint.

“What did you do with her?” He demanded at a nearby faerie.

“Uh. Nothing.” The faerie shrunk back a little, surprised by his intensity.

“Then why does she look like she’s half dead?”

“I- I don’t know. Let me go get Zanna.” The faerie rushed out of the room, leaving Lydia and Will by themselves.

“Lia.” He whispered gently as he placed her on the couch. “Wake up Lia.”

Lydia groaned. Her eyes fluttered weakly. “Will?” Her voice sounded strained.


“Don’t go.” Her handed searched feebly for his. “Please.”

“I won’t.” He bent down and kissed her lightly on the cheek. She smiled as she fell asleep again. He found Lydia again. It was his Lydia. He was never ever going to lose her again.

The End

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