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trying to control her, turned out impossible and a complete waste of h

h interest in dating her. The guy couldn't be any clearer than to have it tattooed on his forehead. Oh, but how she missed his nagging British voice and thin smiles. If only he'd been around, but he wasn't. Thousands of miles separated

be her best frien

jeans pocket. A quick check of the time told her everything she needed to kno

o doors away on the left, she snuck back to her room on soundless flat feet. Changing into a blue t-shirt that said 'MUSIC IS FOR ROCKERS' and a black tights that

pping shortly only to grab the set of spare keys from the hook by the door, she walked

foot as a door stopper. And finally with a skill that could only be mastered by practi

it on and zipping it up, Phillips words chose the moment to ring in

that. Hopping down the stairs to where the small piece of freedom awaited her, she thought of the night before she left London. Her girlfriend's had slept over at her

the woman out and waited until it was safe to escape, and that was what she was doing now. Without

ame. The temptation of what awaited proved too good to resist a second

t or right, she considered them both but didn't take long, because logic w

oved to be just what she needed. Alone time. Out in the op

sound, the smell of the ocean, the empty roads, even the lights had this relaxing aura to it, and in these minutes

the least, but- "I should've worn the jacket." she mumbled, as the jitters escaped her lips. Continuing up the hi

CHURCH," She mutte

ervice with her mother she often fell asleep or took prolonged bathroom sessions until church ended. She couldn

nts of dark varnished wood serving as the edging. A

esh scent of newly blossomed roses carried with the breeze brought her attention to a rose-tree on her left as she continue

er butt because it was so dark, she paused long enough to gather the long mass in a tight grip.

he sound, knowing without a

ped a hand over her mouth. Slipping the rose from her breast

coloured the Altar floors. And a deep brown wooden finish made up the rest of the church's flooring. High stretched ceilings that crossed with wooden beams left

became clearer. For reasons she knew came solely from hearing bad stories about South Africa, she felt the urge to hide. Not wasting a second to think, Cla