Sunset by Allan Deya (the lemonade war series TXT) 📕

again.

I am sobbing so hard now it is hard to breathe. My vision is blurred; I can't tell whether it’s from the tears or something else. I hear someone being asked if they are okay and someone else asking them to take deep breaths.

There is a sharp pain in my chest and my head feels a little light. Is it just my imagination or is the ground looming closer. I think my mind is playing tricks on me because I could swear somebody has just ripped my blouse off and is pressing down on my chest, but that’s impossible right, especially on a street full of people.

Oh, now I know I’m definitely hallucinating; there is no reason why Bradley would be rushing back towards me with so much concern etched into his features. And he absolutely wouldn’t be carrying me and rushing down to the end of the street towards home; no I have to correct myself, it is no longer that.

Now it is simply the block where my old house used to be. But I can be wistful for a minute, let this daydream carry over just a little longer. After all if he has come back to save a swooning swain and is now carrying said swain all full of worry towards a former love nest then surely that place has the potential to be called home once again, doesn’t it?

Wait, how come it's getting dark? I could have sworn it was morning a few minutes ago. Hmm! I must have missed the solar eclipse bulletins; either that or I have a totally messed up account of the date- the eclipse should not be for another couple of months. Doug must have bamboozled me more than I cared to admit.

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Publication Date: 02-19-2011

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Dedication:
Sunsets are different things to different people; to some they signify the end of a period and to others they herald the beginning of a time.