I did a massive amount of shopping that day. A trunk full of new clothes that were nothing like me usual clothes. There was more color, more wide skirts, dresses, lace. I absolutely loved it.

And then the art store. There was an amazing store I used to love as a kid, it was still there and I was surprised to find my grandparents opened an account for me. I cried. I actually cried right there in the shop when they recognized me and told me about the account.
I was told to never cry in public. I hardly ever cried in general. The day I heard my grandparents had died had been the first time in well... years.

Here I was, balling my eyes out. The girl with short blond hair who worked there tried to comfort me a little awkwardly. After my horrible public emotional breakdown, she helped my get a whole lot of paints, sketchbooks, canvases, and a whole lot more. And all would be delivered to my house. My house. That, that sounded so strange.

So now I was driving back, trying to figure out somewhat of a plan. I had my summer break now, I could go back to study in a few months. I could also just drop school all together. I just didn't know if that was what I wanted. I had no idea what I wanted at all.

I parked my small blue car in front of the house and brought all my bags inside. Just then I came to the realization... I had no food in the house. "Crap" I muttered. I had no tea, coffee, cookies, bread. Nothing! No diner. Now I did have a good lunch but I couldn't live on just that. I had a thing for sweet things and a love for cookies.

That meant I had to leave again. Okay, not amazing but nothing to do about it. I grabbed my keys and just then a car drove into my drive way. A familiar car, Axel's car.

He didn't even take the time to park it. He hit the break as soon as he caught a glimpse of me and jumped out of the car.
"Emory!" He called running up to me throwing his arms around me like we hadn't seen each other in months. That wasn't completely true. It had been 2 weeks. I had to leave for my grandparent's funeral. Something he couldn't attend because he had finals he couldn't miss. This caused a huge fight, and when I told him I didn't know If I wanted to finish med school... It didn't end well.

"Emory I am so sorry! I should have never let you go by yourself! When I heard you ran away I..." He started talking pulling me in a tight hug that felt safe and warm but the moment he started about me running away I wanted to get out. Running away... come on! I was twenty-one! Not eleven!

"Who told you that?" I asked him gruffly pushing him away from me. His warm brown eyes were full of worry and his blond hair was messy like he had run his hands through it time after time.
Something he always did while studying. I usually thought this was really cute... but no... not now! Now we were not together anymore!