My Lonely Duke

Coming back to home

Hazel POV 

I have packed all the bags and gotten what all I needed. I don’t want to stay in this town for even a single minute. I am missing my home, my Grandma, the town folks. I want to be there, in the soothing love I always find there. I check my documents which I have brought with myself for applying jobs here. I look at it for a second before keeping in one of the bags. 

Checking my cell phone, and my purse for the last time. I have already conveyed my land lord that I would be leaving today. With the population of this town, there was no issue of deposit and I was easily cleared to go soon. 

I look myself for the last time in the small mirror I hung, surrounded by the tiny bulbs. Oh how many hopes I had coming here. I put my lenses so I don’t attract any more attention I already had. I put on a tank top and a hoodie over it and shorts. It’s still not too cold but I prefer hoodie. It’s the one that Liam gave to me on my last birthday and wearing it reminds me of him and his smell. 

I fix my hair in a pony tail and lock my apartment, leaving the keys to the landlord. No-one cares why I am leaving? or where I am going?. They don’t even glance one last time to bid me goodbye. 

To hell with this place, I would find  small jobs, even two small jobs if that helps me and my Grandma to live. 

I have opted to go by a bus since its almost late evening and I don’t want to hitch hike with a stranger now. I would prefer to be safe in the bus. The sky is clear and I am glad that it would be soon that I would reach home. 

I even get a seat near the window, which I always like, to breath the fresh air. 

In no time, I reach my stop and the bus pulls up. I might have dozed of cause what I see here surprises me. It’s raining here, heavily. I barely see anything outside. 

As I get off from the bus, I notice my surrounding for the first time. 

The streets seems to have no lights except for the bus stop dimly lit. There are few people right now, it’s almost night. No more shops or stores around. I rush towards the stop not to get totally wet right now. There is light breeze and it’s getting cold. I am wondering how come there is so much difference between the two towns which are so close. I could hear the rustling of leaves on the ground. The surrounding should be eerie but it is calming. I didn’t realize that I am smiling. 

For a second I feel like someone was calling me in urgency. It took me no time to pack my bag running back here. That someone needs me, someone who has been waiting for long just for me. 

Again with the fairy tale Hazel, you need to think straight now