Lonely Dance

Stepping into the backyard felt a tad bit strange to me. This was actually my first time coming here, despite being here for a month. I'm sure the actual Bryson would've come here as well, but it doesn't really matter all that much I guess.

It wasn't really well maintained at all. There were literally weeds growing out from the ground, while the grass had become quite tall. However, despite the fact that nobody was taking care of it, there wasn't any sense of ugliness. In fact, it looked appealing in its own way. While many of the weeds weren't exactly flowers, they still looked rather nice and could be seen as small yellow flowers.

Surprisingly, there wasn't a single bug, despite this looking like a place that would house many. I guess there must've been some sort of magic that repelled them all away. The backyard itself wasn't that large, nothing compared to Raisa's.

But to be honest, I preferred it this way.