Wapun Meadow me and you

She came, she asked about Cebrian. It hurt, and yet there was no way around it. She would figure it out herself soon enough - she was smart. He died. Got shot up real bad. He gave a sharp exhale, the image briefly flashing in his mind.

It was strange to see Milan be so direct. He remembered her as timid, nearly always hiding behind his aunt. They were the same age, and yet they had grown rather separated after they were old enough to speak; Erasmo, his uncle and her father, thought that he spoke a bit too much.

But how did you get all the way out here? He asks a question of his own now, eyebrow raised as he follows it with another. Yer' dad really let you go? It felt strange. He doubted that was the case.