Lost at Heart

Emberline stepped out on the muddy Sunday morning, her worn boots sinking into the damp earth. The previous week had left her weary, teetering on the edge of tears and anxiety, thoughts consumed by her vanished friend, Lenny. A week had gone by, and Lenny's absence lingered like a spectre, haunting Emberline's every step.

Contemplating Lenny's mysterious whereabouts, Emberline pondered the possibility of keeping hope. A week of unanswered questions strained her mind, a waltz of uncertainty. The weight of concern etched lines on her face, but determination glimmered in her eyes.

Deciding on a temporary escape from her daily troubles, Emberline opted for the solace of the library till dusk. The prospect of dusty tomes and the scent of aged paper provided an escape from the chaos of her thoughts, she instead indulged in the chaos of others' lives. Away from her guilt.