delulu, she recalled as she stared out the window. they used to call her that, she remembered. back when she was a teenager. how she wanted that life back. "lousia?" a voice called timidly. the old woman turned around to see a young woman standing behind her, holding a clipboard. "what are you doing here?" lousia murmured under her breath, "my name is lulu." she glanced out the window again and a faraway look came onto her face. "did you know that it was this very garden where i had picnics with my mother and my father? my younger brother, too, turned eight only yesterday... and we had a pary here..." she trailed off, staring outside longingly. "yes," the woman said doubtfully. "it was only yesterday, i'm sure." she glanced down at her clipboard. "um, i guess i'll just.. let you be... but don't forget to return to the hall before the evening." lulu nodded absently. of course... lulu traced the worn bracelt on her wrist. it was a gift from her brother, all those years ago, the color faded from the constant wear and sun. word count: 186 a/n grr I wish I could've finished this ahhhh i'm so sry for not sharing these very often it isn't very sigma of me </3 here, i'll post a bunch of these to make up for it
