An AnnualDG sat listlessly gazing over her balcony in Finaqua.Itd been over an annual. An annual, full of not knowing whether he was happy or sad, or even alive. An annual, shed told herself shed needed to get re-used to the OZ and her magic. An annual, filled with pain and tears and hardships. And truth be told, she missed his presence desperately. She missed how his eyes would fill with mischief and desire when she disappeared and waited for him to find her. She missed how he would run his fingers through her hair as she went to sleep. She missed waking up to find him watching her with a smile on his face before kissing her and p
This is what happens when you get distracted by something shiny.
Thank you so much for correcting me.