*Lena*
Abigail was running her fingers through my hair, her fingers twisting my pale golden locks into a tight braid.
“I'm going to miss doing this for you," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat as she tied the end of the braid with a ribbon.
“I won't be gone forever. Just six weeks, maybe less," I replied, turning to face her. I wrapped her in an embrace, taking a deep breath as we sat on a bench on the train platform in Morhan. We'd spent the last three days packing up my meager belongings into a trunk and saying our goodbyes, which had included one last night out along the strip of bars that lined the street below our apartment.
Heather and Viviene were back at home, studying for their finals this upcoming week and preparing for their field studies. Abigail should have
