The walk back home after her confrontation with Jude on the beach hadn't been especially long, but it felt like it, her desire to return to the hut growing steadily stronger with every step she took. She just didn't want to deal with this at all, and its inevitability left her seeking out the one relief she was all but guaranteed to get. Ryan ( Read more... )

When Lucy woke up to the sound of pouring rain, she'd sat around the treehouse, assuming that it would pass in an hour or two, tops. Only when it didn't show any signs of letting up -- around afternoon, she supposed, judging by the fact that she was starving -- did she start to worry a little, and by then, she couldn't wait any longer. She'd always ( Read more... )

Though Ryan may have insisted before that Lucy's mood brightening had nothing to do with his being around, the fact that she'd been feeling better over the past few days than she had in months seemed to dictate otherwise. She wasn't sure what it was about him, but she didn't think she needed to, either. It was enough that he'd been feeling the same ( Read more... )

Lucy was running. Sometimes it seemed like there was nothing else she could do, with the way things were. The only other thing better than sitting and moping was getting drunk, and that wasn't an option so often. Besides, this -- running as fast as she could, as hard as she could, until her legs ached and she could barely stand and it burned her ( Read more... )