“When can I go again?” I say. My smile stretches wide enough to show teeth, and when they laugh, I laugh. I think of climbling the stairs with the Abnegation, our feet finding the same rhythm, all of us the same. This isn’t like that. We are not the same. But we are, somehow, one.
Day 4. And I miss you when you’re not around | They say, absence makes the heart grow fonder – you love a person more when they are away.
The lonely hours crawl by, tears are shed but some comfort is there by writing long letters to each other, Merida writes them when she’s suppose to be in her lessons and Rapunzel reads them over and over again. Be it a week or a month, the two girls couldn’t be happier when meet again.
