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When he had found the girl, she had been sitting out on the corner curb of an empty street, her trademark teal hair hidden in a big, hooded jacket. She has a duffel by her side stuffed with few sets of clothing, and he muses that she was serious, about this whole running away from home fiasco. Like a good guardian, Steven considers undertaking the possibility of convincing the teen that avoidance and pettiness was not a way to solve problems, at all. 

     I went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed     They’re spreading blankets on the beach

He takes her to a coast off Pacifidlog; a place where he had once built his Secret Base, perhaps. A small islet off-shore, nearly inaccessible by those who weren’t attentive enough to note the change in undercurrents that would lead to the islet. 

So tell me, Lisia; what happened? 

    But, now I don’t care, I could go anywhere with you    And I’d probably be happy

Do you really want to do that? To run away from your problems? Do you really think your Uncle doesn’t care about you?He doesn’t like the tears that stain the usually-bubbly starlet’s cheeks, but it was integral that his words got through to her after all. There are always times that one becomes consumed with their emotion and fail to see the manner of their folly—Incoming call: Wallace

     And so I thought I’d let you know     That these things take forever     I especially am slow     But I realized that I need you    And I wondered if I could come home

Yet by the time she had cleaned up and finished her breakfast, Lisibeth-Ann had begun to grow wan around the boredom of having nothing to do. It was strange — the way she complained in the past about being too busy for anything (even herself), and now given the time, she had no idea what she should do to fill up her time. The Contest Star knew that kids her age were typically travelling or getting stable jobs, but she had only a few hours (maybe, days?) until this magic dream unravelled itself and put her back into the world as Lisia, the irreplaceable.

A job, and a journey were both too time-consuming to peruse, unfortunately. Lisibeth-dear, will you go to Lilycove and pick up something for me? I'm held up terribly at the moment and the maids are busy preparing something for the dinner set by your father for your Uncle's contest win tonight Thank you, sweetie, I appreciate it. 

A silent cheer fills her head with her mother's request, noting that the world had continued on as though her profession had never been wrought. Everything had continued on as though she was never part of the axis — and Lisibeth-ANn was unsure if it was liberating or terrifying; or both.

As she steps into the sunlight outside, a thought about who her friends were crosses her mind briefly; but for now she was glad that Altaria was here. 

finding herself in Hoenn with hardly any confidence within herself, she had allowed her spending to become frivolous over the amount of savings she had prior, and down to her last hundred, Billie had become soberingly desperate.

There was nothing she could do, right? 

   Have no place to go, mmmmm.   Have no place to go, darling.

It was in a park where Lisia had chanced upon the brunette — her figure hunched in the coolness of the night. She had approached and asked if the despondent woman if she required any help, only to be snapped at viciously — I’m fine, leave me alone. Saddled with concern and simultaneous irritability toward the standoffish personality, Lisia had left the woman alone for the rest of the night. Though, it was an uneasy sleep where the identity of the person nagged at her mind — familiarity, as though she had seen her somewhere. 

He had already let himself out, and reaching her hand over to the crease his body had left on the bedsheets had put a cavity within Lisia’s chest; the warmth of the body that had been there earlier emanating from the fabric like the last of a dying ember. She was only seventeen, and he was something like.. twenty-four. 

I’m twenty-five, Lisia. 

She could almost here the sadness in his voice when he held her face in his hands, the shake as they tried numerous ways to ignore the eight years between them. Eight. They had considered coming clean to the people who mattered in Lisia’s life — her mother, her father. Uncle Wallace. 

Age is but a number right?     I believed, I found a way around it     I will leave this better than I found it

They had never done anything to be frowned upon together; he was a gentleman in every aspect and manner of their relationship — her, a foolhardy teen, and he, a man who had spent years trying to find himself. They weren’t a perfect match, but they were h a p p y together;and her mother said—as long as you are happy, dear. 

     There’s too much smoke to see it     There’s too much broke to feel this

He had always felt though, that he was holding her back. From her career; her life. From living like what a teenager should. She was so young, and so full of potential like a bud waiting to bloom in perfect splendor and arranged petals; while he was something withering — withered. 

     I love you, I love you     And all of your pieces

And so, he decides  (in the manner where adults were so painfully selfish)that being alone was better for the both of them. She would get over him and find a nice boy her age, settle down and it would be wonderful.

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