Chapter 32

　　Sometimes I wish I could do what Llaluna did. Move eight hours away from the place that harboured all the memories that I had with Blake. Just run away from every good memory that made the tears slip from your eyes all by themselves.

　　She could. She had the means. I didn’t.

　　Her house looked like her from the outside. Weird and wonderful, with just a touch of way too much colour. The walls were purple, the roof was red, and as if that wasn’t enough, the front door was painted the brightest pink I had ever seen in my life. It actually made me cringe to look directly at it.

　　“God, someone needs to teach this woman that not every colour looks good on a house,” Lucy exclaimed next to me, breaking my thought into tiny shards.

　　“Yeah, cause you would’ve probably just painted everything pink,” I answered with a little grin.

　　“Well… Pink does go with everything,” Lucy said with a raised eyebrow. “But purple and red just doesn’t go with pink in that way.”